just been for a 55 miler with my mate. it was absolutely it down and windy as hell. the plan was to cycle the 55 mile loop, stopping off half way at an old pub i've often ridden past for a bite to eat.
so we gets there and they are just opening up, the landlord looked mean and i thought, he ain't happy to see us.
anyway, he was nice as pie, welcomed us in and when we walked in... it wasn't a pub... IT WAS POSH RESTAURANT with a tiny bar!
and we were soaked through and dripping! ha ha. we asked him if he wanted us to just sit at the bar and he was like, no, no, come in and sit at a posh table
ha ha.
really nice landlord. it was called the Great Western and it had a steam train going around the ceiling.
i'm warming up by the fire with a cuppa back at home now
so we gets there and they are just opening up, the landlord looked mean and i thought, he ain't happy to see us.
anyway, he was nice as pie, welcomed us in and when we walked in... it wasn't a pub... IT WAS POSH RESTAURANT with a tiny bar!
and we were soaked through and dripping! ha ha. we asked him if he wanted us to just sit at the bar and he was like, no, no, come in and sit at a posh table
ha ha.
really nice landlord. it was called the Great Western and it had a steam train going around the ceiling.
i'm warming up by the fire with a cuppa back at home now