cluckin’ ell.

Fast and sweaty ride on the road bike last night, Darwen and back to see Simon and Cath for a Best Cuppa In Lancashire. They’ve got chickens and they wander around the garden, letting you pet them. I always thought chickens ran away when people got too close to them. In fact, I thought the only way you could get close to a chicken was to drive a vintage car through a barn. Anyway, the ride was pretty good, the best bit was the twisty descent between Affetside and Walshaw. I’m looking good for a 200 mile week this week for the first time in yonks, on top of a couple of runs and a bit of gym.