Bike hanging

After an unpromising start (snow before breakfast, grey skies, impending gales) it was an act of willpower to turn out for a U3A bike ride at 10am. Four of us passed the test and were rewarded with a grand little sunny spin to a country park with takeaway coffee and snacks. Bike parking included plus a spacious picnic bench. Mine’s the green bike furthest away. Walt declined to join me on the handlebar bag. His loss as we passed a mixed herd of Belties and steers (highland cattle) with the odd Old English too, far nearer to home than the ones out near Corby we saw last week.