Oh god. I remember a little place out near Millers Dale (Peaks) and one or a few of the lads on the beans on toast order used to give the name of a Pro rider. God we cracked up. It wasn't paul, but Bernard Hinault, or Greg Lemond.
I'd happily stop for a pot of strong leaf tea and a slab of parkin*. But I end up in the café where I can't seem to buy a coffee without answering 17 questions about what extras I want in and what length and how hot the milk I don't want should be.
*Something with ginger, treacle, oats should be a cycling legend in this weather. It should be sold not by the slice but by the pedal portion. ''I'll have a pedal of parkin and a pot, please.''