Wollaton Park

This week’s cycling trip managed to get even more Laurel and Hardy than last week. First up, Katie’s bike wouldn’t fit on the bike rack (no crossbar) so we set off without it, safe in the knowledge that our planned destination at Middleton Top (from where we would set off along the High Peak Trail again only in the right direction and avoiding the steep bits) had got a hire place. Halfway round the Ring Road we had to turn back because we’d forgotten to put the chickens in their hutch. By the time we got back onto it part of the Ring Road had mysteriously closed. Then there were further massive unexplained tailbacks and exasperated u-turners on the road out through Bulwell that we found ourselves on by that point. We gave up and went home. Just as well, really – I’ve seen the movie and if we’d insisted on carrying on we’d probably have ended up in some Wicker Man village where the locals would kill and eat us. We had a ride round to Wollaton Park instead and ate our butties there…