The Final Push....

.....The Regent atop Abbeymount, the final hill on my cycle ride home. Mostly I look across from my position at the traffic lights and examine the range of fine ales on hand-pump; displayed clearly on their chalk board outside.
Occasionally, I nip in to sample one but tonight I managed to refrain and I felt virtuous on the last leg.

It's a gay bar, but they don't seem to mind straight blokes wearing cycling shorts.