
We both worked hard, taking it in turns to lead and pull each other along the course. At one point, we encountered a group of dog walkers. One old dear stepped in front of my bike and asked me to stroke her dog. I explained that I was in a sort of race.
She replied, 'Oh, well just give him a stroke.'
What a silly old thing, I thought, as Dan sped away in the distance.
Anyway, the results are here:
The rest of the day was spent at Ragley Hall with Lucy and five kids and then in the pub with my mate Elvis. In other words, I had loads of very unhealthy picnic food followed by some beers. Cheers!
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