Post-ride Pint


I was planning on skipping the pub and getting an early night, but after the ride got a bit longer and the weather a bit more entertaining than planned, we headed to the Riverhead to warm up and repair some of the damage. There was no sign of the torrential rain or strong winds we’d just battled heroically through down in the village, there never is. I always feel daft traipsing into a hostelry in the usual bike-gimp outfit, with my Ali-G specs on, dripping all over the place and trying not to get mud on the regulars. Not daft enough to put me off having a couple of restorative pints, though.