Mud guards

Ive had mud guards fitted, can you see how effective they are? My back was plastered! Gay's bike was as clean as a whistle, slightly longer mud guard.
So, we caught the 8am train to york, going backwards a bit here, i got up at 715, raced around sorting out millie, jumped on my bike and pedalled like a demon to the station. Back a bit, i went over to gay's to play scrabble with donna n pete, a bottle of wine later, and having lost 2 games of scrabble and 1of upwords, i tottered home.
Anyway, on the train i bought a cup of tea and a danish, he was nice,but i would have prefered a pastry at that time of the morning, boom boom.
I did a bit of double take at york station, its the first time ive been back there since the day my dad died in york hospital. I could see the bench where i sat
and cried.
The ride was fabulous, weather was just right, not too hot,cold or windy, the trails were varied and interesting, we went through woodland, canal banks,airfield, country parks. . All sorts of places. Coffe and cakes in selby, where there is a huge factiry vi-ing fir skyline with the church. Its a flour mill accirding one of the locals.
When we reached conisbrough, i decide 50 miles was enough for one day and went to catch the train home. Gay, who is a demon cyclist, carried on to finish the 18 miles to home. My train was delayed, but it didnt matter, i was sat in the sunshine, then the slog back up the hill to crookes, i pushed from broomhill i was so weary.