I had a couple of little walks, Howe Hill near Stoner being the one I really remember.
Howe Hill is the easiest climb out of Watlington; Britwell Hill and Watlington Hill are steeper. So man up and stop moaning, or put your hands in your pockets and buy some gears. Also, stop calling oatcakes "pancakes", or I'll be obliged to re-educate you on our next meeting.
I have a few complaints about the so-called support. Why did nobody draw my attention to an alcoholic treat at Hartlebury? I was only directed to a variety of designer muesli whose oats had been washed individually in a Swiss mountain stream. And do you really think that holds a candle to a Ginsters washed down with Friij on cold 24hr service station forecourt? When I request my oatcakes with cheese I don't want them like a parcel, in the style of some poncey Marks+Spencer's "wrap". I want a flat, grilled, double-decker like my Mum makes. If you offer oatcakes on arrival at Christleton in the evening, then why can't you offer them in the morning as well? I'd suggest a double decker spread with butter and Golden Syrup, again like my Mum makes. And what's all this about "service to table" - that feckless idle runt mattc sat and watched me as I rose from my seat and fetched food several times during my sojourn at Chalgrove South.
And don't bother inviting me on your ride again if you can't be bothered to sort the weather out also.
Anyway, like I was sayin', oatcake is the fruit of North Staffordshire. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There's oatcake-kebabs, oatcake creole, oatcake gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There's pineapple oatcake, lemon oatcake, coconut oatcake, pepper oatcake, oatcake soup, oatcake stew, oatcake salad, oatcake and potatoes, oatcake burger, oatcake sandwich.
