'We haven't got anything for supper - and it's a lovely evening - fancy picking up a Chinese via a quick spin on the bike? ... Please ..!!'
(Been on one since seven this morning ..) 'Oooo FFS, Yeah come on then ... Hop on ... '
And so we head for the Chinese take away ... errrrr the long way round
And she's right, even after a long day (and another tomorrow ... and Sunday .. !) Yer can't beat a slow old pootle with the sun setting over golden fields of wheat and barley.
We wind our way on bits of tarmac, bits of byway and sort of do a circular route heading for the city centre.
Ahhhhh ... Now where's the nutty GSer ???? Now you were asking about Annake 3's off road, and I remember saying something about they're all much of a muchness but none of them like soft mud ...
I thought of you
It's that sort of stuff that'll chuck you off yer road tyres ...
We push on and the theme of B road / by-way continues. Rabbits and squirrels run amock, and Eric Clapton plays a slow lament as the sun gets lower.
We thread our way nice and slowly through the ruts No heroics, no standing up, just pick our line, keep looking up and trickle along in second and not much more than about 20mph
After a bit more tarmac, I spot this on the side of the road ..
Feck me - It doesn't look like anybody has been down here in years
'Shall we give it a go?' (a ridiculous question - I may as well ask 'would you like some money to buy a new handbag and maybe some shoes..?')
We commit ourselves - and it really is that; we sure as hell aint gonna turn around any time soon
It gets even more overgrown, I haven't got a feckin clue what I'm riding over - there could be a bloody great log across the trail for all I know ..
... But the tyres feel ok, it feels pretty dry underneath despite the recent thunder storms that Robin got his knickers in a twist over and there's only one way to go ..
The dense and overgrown hedge line eventually breaks. feck knows where we are - in the middle of a field somewhere
We eventually spit ourselves out, phone the Chineese and make our order and promise to be there in fifteen minutes.
A trundle around the ring road, and pinch myself for taking things for granted. This is on my doorstep and some days I don't even give it a second glance
'Bell Harry' (It's proper name) has a human mouse wheel still in it, from when it was built in the Fifteenth Century. I'm very privileged to have been up there - walking among the roof joists and on the top of the huge domed ceilings is just amazing. The mouse wheel was used to 'walk' stone up on a rope. They just built around it and it still stands today. To get to the top, you have to walk up a tiny (like really tiny) spiral staircase that's built into one of the corner 'pillars' that you can see. It's just about shoulder width. Really amazing
We slink through some of the university grounds,
... and make our final few miles on the North downs.
This little rise usually sees a minger hoisted to the telegrapoh pole but in bimble mode, it's good night downs, Hello Ruben, and thank you Helga 
Yum ...
Food ... ... Gin ... ... Food ... .. Gin ...
(Been on one since seven this morning ..) 'Oooo FFS, Yeah come on then ... Hop on ... '
And so we head for the Chinese take away ... errrrr the long way round
And she's right, even after a long day (and another tomorrow ... and Sunday .. !) Yer can't beat a slow old pootle with the sun setting over golden fields of wheat and barley.
We wind our way on bits of tarmac, bits of byway and sort of do a circular route heading for the city centre.
Ahhhhh ... Now where's the nutty GSer ???? Now you were asking about Annake 3's off road, and I remember saying something about they're all much of a muchness but none of them like soft mud ...
I thought of you
It's that sort of stuff that'll chuck you off yer road tyres ...
We push on and the theme of B road / by-way continues. Rabbits and squirrels run amock, and Eric Clapton plays a slow lament as the sun gets lower.
We thread our way nice and slowly through the ruts
No heroics, no standing up, just pick our line, keep looking up and trickle along in second and not much more than about 20mph 
After a bit more tarmac, I spot this on the side of the road ..
Feck me - It doesn't look like anybody has been down here in years
'Shall we give it a go?' (a ridiculous question - I may as well ask 'would you like some money to buy a new handbag and maybe some shoes..?')
We commit ourselves - and it really is that; we sure as hell aint gonna turn around any time soon
It gets even more overgrown, I haven't got a feckin clue what I'm riding over - there could be a bloody great log across the trail for all I know ..
... But the tyres feel ok, it feels pretty dry underneath despite the recent thunder storms that Robin got his knickers in a twist over and there's only one way to go ..
The dense and overgrown hedge line eventually breaks. feck knows where we are - in the middle of a field somewhere
We eventually spit ourselves out, phone the Chineese and make our order and promise to be there in fifteen minutes.
A trundle around the ring road, and pinch myself for taking things for granted. This is on my doorstep and some days I don't even give it a second glance
'Bell Harry' (It's proper name) has a human mouse wheel still in it, from when it was built in the Fifteenth Century. I'm very privileged to have been up there - walking among the roof joists and on the top of the huge domed ceilings is just amazing. The mouse wheel was used to 'walk' stone up on a rope. They just built around it and it still stands today. To get to the top, you have to walk up a tiny (like really tiny) spiral staircase that's built into one of the corner 'pillars' that you can see. It's just about shoulder width. Really amazing
We slink through some of the university grounds,
... and make our final few miles on the North downs.
This little rise usually sees a minger hoisted to the telegrapoh pole
but in bimble mode, it's good night downs, Hello Ruben, and thank you Helga 
Yum ...
Food ...
... Gin ... ... Food ... .. Gin ... 
