33m yesterday out to the swan in addingham and back after doing my duty on the picket line. Irritatingly the lane side of the river was closed for more roadworks, so I humped the bike over the suspension bridge at addingham and up the steps into the village. My guess is that they are screwing the road up with more tar and chip. Progress was halted over the beck/duck crossing by more roadworks, this time the application of proper tarmac, a full 30yds of it, so Graham will have another opportunity to hear the purr of fine tarmacadam under his vittorias without the inconvenience of going all the way to Bolton abbey.

The swan have a good selection of local cycling pales of which I had two. I swerved the Chinook and stuck to the session brews, I've always found Chinook to be too powerfully hopped.

I've noticed that addingham seems to be a bit of a retirement community. Several old boys passed by taking themselves for a walk, which made me wonder what the hell I'm going to do with myself when I'm at their vintage. I probably need to take a class or something so I can plan for this, if I'm left to my own devices Iay just wander off and never be seen again, as so many grumpy old men do.