When I started cycling into the village early this year, the only other cyclists I saw were a mum from playgroup with her daughter on a tag-a-long, a couple of “older” ladies on old bike and a gaggle of children on their way to school.
Actually, I did see one other cyclist but I sometimes wonder if I’d drunk too much home-brew - how else to explain a fat, ginger-bearded man riding a bike past the croft while wearing nothing but a kilt and wellies?
But I digress. Read the rest of this entry »



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