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Here is where the "ladies' hold their "coffee' mornings!
The pub was advertising a 25 mile bike ride this Sunday with free grub at the end. Not sure I can manage that distance without some breaks, so perhaps next year.
I did obey the following instruction, but wondered how the Tour de France boys descend so quickly.
After crossing the old A48 onto another lane I stopped to take a photo of the local mill. I can remember this mill making flour and taking the cub scouts to see how it was produced. It looks like it has now been converted into a private residence.
Granny gear selected I slowly made the next hill and as I turned a corner I came across a buzzard dining on a new kill. He saw me and flew straight at me, a close encounter. No photo I'm afraid.
The climbs can be worth it for the views.
We still have some old sign posts.
My next stop was by a stream where quite some ago I would spend time catching small brown trout on home made flies.
Home in time to watch the professional bike riders.
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