I had mildly more purpose to this bimbley bike ride than usual; my destination was a mountaineering hut where I was planning to meet up with some of the club for a weekend up the fells.
Packing was the standard. Make list in head of all the usual suspects, add in specialities (in this case a FULL change of clothes and towel for the club meet), try to stuff it all in. Fail. Chuck crap out. Forget spare inner tube. Go.
Dinner was supermarket car park buffet, brekkie was pain-au-chocolat (my favourite type of pain), snacks were random muck, and I was just about in a pub for lunch.
The key features of the ride were; the Windamere ferry, the massive Wrynose and Hardknott passes, their descents, scrambling with my bike over one shoulder and grabbing onto rocks with the other, pushing my bike well beyond it's limits smashing rock gardens substantial enough to give Notcutts a run for their money, that inexplicable feeling of freedom that I've only ever managed to grasp at when travelling self supported.
Glad I did it and had such fun company for rest of the trip!