14 December, Where’s my granny?

…….shouted Moley Martin as he struggled up a steep hill near Ickleton Old Grange on his old bike, a hill he regretted having suggested tackling to fellow riders Deputy Dawg Andrew and Two Scones Keith. It would have helped to give the recalcitrant Granny a kick before attempting the hill but she was laughing at his misfortune by the time he finally made it. Thereafter it was a pleasant 18 mile ride taking in Catmere End, Littlebury, Duddenhoe End and Chrishall before reaching The Pheasant before 4.00pm, when it was almost dark. Roll on those lazy hazy crazy days of summer, but you can keep the pretzels.

Thanks, Dawg, for organising the ride, and apologies for late blog.