Odd thing about Sunday was that after we rid ourselves of the evil motorways , which are even more vile in the rain on a Zed than in the dry and got up onto the peak stuff, despite the rain I have to admit I was really enjoying myself. The worst bit was changing the maps over cos they just turned to pulp in my hands, and with such a complex route one was fucked without 'em. When the rain eventually abated, I dried 'em out using a hand dryer in a fule stop bog. Think the geezer on the Jewish piano was wondering what I was doing in his bog for so long

It was soooo beautiful on the peaks and dales and other stuff, the rain and discomfort really couldn't detract from the joy of riding through such a fabulous landscape
