Hi Folks,
Russ, Tim, Andrew, Paul and Richard set off on Sunday morning for a nice twelve mile stroll in the countryside. What you expect to see are fields, hills, cows (Russ's nemesis) and sheep. The last thing you expect to see is an angry, middle aged, portly, cyclist in Spandex and yellow goggles charging down the road at Russ shouting "you're gonna have it now". I don't know what it was that he wanted to give Russ but he didn't give him anything. The cyclist stuck to the back of Russ's backpack where Tim pealed him off and sent him on his way. No punches flew, just a lot of verbal.
The cyclists main issue was that just before the fisty-cuffs Paul had driven past him, the nerve. He was cycling two abreast with a number of other cyclists when we drove up behind them. The others moved over but he obviously didn't like having to move over to let us past so he swerved out in front of the car and made Paul stop in the road before the cyclists then peddled off again.
Of course, the start of our walk began from a lay-by four hundred yards down the road so we were bound to meet the cyclists again. I think he chose Russ to have a go at because he is the shortest in the group and the rest of us looked too tough to take on, (ehem).
Anyway, the rest of the walk was uneventful until Russ needed to use his trowel, but I don't want to talk about that.
There is no track today, I forgot to take the tracker.
