Butterdean

A cold and blowy morning that heralded sleet so I forgot about riding the bike and instead me and Mrs S wandered through the sheltered woods at Butterdean with the mutts. I'd forgotten this old air raid shelter was hidden in there (made from Prestongrange bricks in case you were wondering).

Meanwhile Mrs S's sister, obviously braver than me, had ran the 20 miles from the Cambridge Bar to Haddy.

After a bath at our gaff, Kath and Scott bought us dinner down at the Goblin. Tasty scoff and great banter.