As Tim commented, as Vicki affirmed and as the football cliche has it, today’s ride was most certainly one of two halves. Outbound was wet; sock soakingly so. Inbound was sunny, but insufficiently so, if the hope had been to dry out squelchy cycling shoes.
Whatever the weather, listening to the flowing banter (some of it unrepeatable for legal reasons) on a Saturday morning sojourn at Hayley’s cafe, is enough to put a warm smile on the very dampest of faces.
