Bacon Roll Incentive

Joe woke up craving a bacon roll. I told him that he could have one, if he cycled 9 miles with me to get it. Cue a lovely ride along the old railway line together for bacon rolls in the sunshine and a gentle climb back home.

Of course, I stupidly followed that up with a 25 mile climb up through the Lammermuirs and then, more stupidly, with a few al-fresco pints putting the world to rights with Mrs S.

Home to make spicy chicken stir fry and now I can see an evening of falling asleep in front of crap television ahead of me.