Last night's not-quite-mid-week ride was very pleasant. Huggy and I wended our way to TMNH via the Nounsley ford which we skirted round. At the bottom of TMNH we spotted a lorry from Expert Logistics in the ditch - oops. In order to claim an official ascent we rode round the Generals Arms sign and carried on to turn right down Riffhams Chase.
We had to make a pit stop at The Compasses, Littlely Green as my Hope 1 was playing up. After a battery swap, a pint and a chat with Kitchen Kevin who installed our kitchen a few years back we carried on to the King Billy.
My mate Dave was already there, propping up the bar. We managed to find a table, the place was packed which is very heartening when you consider so many pubs are closing. The King Billy doesn't do food so it is brilliant they can attract a pub full of drinkers on a Thursday night. Alas they had no pies.
Tomsk turned up and exchanged books with Huggy, it would appear we have an embryonic book club on our hands - me thinks this is the top of a slippery slope.
At 10pm we dispersed into the night. 34 miles for me, a few pints and great company. As I've said before I don't understand why more people don't do it.