Cross Baiku
Was riding with Mr Weetabix. Bailed. Then was riding with Paparazzi scum friend Richard. Bailed. OK. Night. Cross. Solo. Get road section out of the way and up onto the South Downs. Cold. Clear. Still. The smell of freshly baked fruit cake wafts through Amberly Village. The blackout curtain has thousands of pinpricks across it tonight. See a shooting star. Or a satellite. Muddy up here. Smell of woodfires hangs in the air through Bury Village. Still and peaceful. This is why. Fast paced back through the woods. So quiet tonight. Nature and me in clear communication. Arundel smells of pig manure. Train home and pizza. Best ride of my life.
Was riding with Mr Weetabix. Bailed. Then was riding with Paparazzi scum friend Richard. Bailed. OK. Night. Cross. Solo. Get road section out of the way and up onto the South Downs. Cold. Clear. Still. The smell of freshly baked fruit cake wafts through Amberly Village. The blackout curtain has thousands of pinpricks across it tonight. See a shooting star. Or a satellite. Muddy up here. Smell of woodfires hangs in the air through Bury Village. Still and peaceful. This is why. Fast paced back through the woods. So quiet tonight. Nature and me in clear communication. Arundel smells of pig manure. Train home and pizza. Best ride of my life.
