We rode out to the Wood's End in Bramerton, which was closed, then over to the Gull Inn, pint and a bit of pool, then to Caistor St Edmund. My insistence that we were surrounded by frogs went unheeded until we had wreaked terrible armageddon upon their squishy forms, and karma and a pothole gave me a puncture (Gatorskins my arse). I fashioned a fleshy patch from a flattened amphibian and we squelched back to Norwich. After a quick change of attire, Ric and Ben and I hit the Ten Bells for some much needed refreshment. Good night, but lets hope for less rain and more distance next time.
We rode out to the Wood's End in Bramerton, which was closed, then over to the Gull Inn, pint and a bit of pool, then to Caistor St Edmund. My insistence that we were surrounded by frogs went unheeded until we had wreaked terrible armageddon upon their squishy forms, and karma and a pothole gave me a puncture (Gatorskins my arse). I fashioned a fleshy patch from a flattened amphibian and we squelched back to Norwich. After a quick change of attire, Ric and Ben and I hit the Ten Bells for some much needed refreshment. Good night, but lets hope for less rain and more distance next time.