What the Welsh have at lunch time.

An early start in West Brom this morning meant a reasonable return home this afternoon so took the opportunity, ahead of the wind and rain, to get out on the bike for a while down some of the country lanes to this small village.

It is pronounced Sarny, hence my Blip title and it's been a while since I have cycled there.

As a result of the weather of late, coupled with the farmer's ploughing and muck-spreading, the bike was filthy on return and needed hosing off in the garden.

I was just about to bring it in the house to dry off when Mrs DD banned me!

How mean is that?