When Bob is back in town that can only mean one thing- bikesandbeer. I topped this up with some Singapore slings, steak tartare and 4 hrs sleep as preparation for a solid days riding. Needless to say I started the ride a bit drunk, but eventually sobered up enough to find some rhythm.
The man himself exits Parents Farm. Does the Chinese say 'can anyone open tins of spam?'.
Just for you Bob- from left to right- Hillary >Dirk >Bob >Mark >Peter.
I have to say, mist and photography aren't always the best of friends, but I'm actually very pleased with this shot- bootyful.
Sweet day, thanks again. That last photo says it all- being in the woods that day was like being in a magical fairyland.
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