According to Cycling Weekly, two thirds of the Nation’s
bicycles spend their time gathering dust in garden sheds and rarely see the
light of day. As we set off from our
usual rallying point, with a planned coffee stop at The Potting Shed in
Crudwell, I couldn’t help wondering whether the public house had any bicycles
hidden away.
It was good to welcome Kevin as a guest rider and also to
see John back in harness. As has become the norm of late, we left in two
groups. With John displaying the sort of
vigour you might expect to see from a pit pony brought up for its annual
holiday, those going the longer way around, headed out through Garsdon at a fair old lick. (Amazingly, the last
horse to work in a British coal mine was only retired in 1999. I just thought I’d
throw that in)
Our pincer-like approach to The Potting Shed became a three
pronged attack when we passed Heather and Simon at Hankerton. We were now up to
10 riders, just shy of our best ever turnout.
Arrival at The Potting Shed might not have been
simultaneous, but it was within a reasonable time frame and meant that we were able
to socialise as a group together.
A superficial scan of The Potting Shed’s outbuildings before
we left revealed the presence of a small farmer’s market, but no bikes.
The above picture is now on the homepage of our website, so
if you want to get a better look at yourself, you know where to go.
Garmin reference: connect.garmin.com/course/5993081
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