Who's a Big Boy Then?

I was allowed out to play today so I went round one of the Hard-rider's Group's routes - but without the hard-riders; I don't think I'm quite up to their standard at the moment. The weather was fantastic, in fact, everyone I met made a comment to that effect - it became very annoying after a while. Half way round, I came across this impressive pair of handlebars and, since there was never anyone nearby when I stopped to blip a landscape (and I do like something animate to decorate my pictures) the Highland bull wins the day.

When I arrived home, I found that I needed to go a hundred yards past the garden gate and back to  make the day's mileage a nice tidy round number.