Apologies for hogging the thread (bollocks, no I won't, it was my birthday as of six minutes ago so I can do what I like

), but just got back from a meeting 10 miles away. There and back in the dark. In the drizzle. In the cold. In the mud. It was a brill reminder that I blinkin' LOVE winter night riding. Nice summer day? Spose so, maybe, sort of alright if you insist. But this was ace -
invigorating, yucky, senses far more alert and attuned than boring day rides, sort of, well,
naughty somehow, like I really shouldn't be doing it, someone'll be along to tell me off in a minute stuff. ALIVE. And the owl was good too.
Yes I know, I'm WEIRD. But BALLS TO THE LOT OF 'EM OUT THERE

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Thank you and goodnight

. Now where are those dried frog pills.....