56m in the dales today, en route to get tanked up with refreshment at the craven arms I had cake at the Washburn heritage centre and a sarnie at parcevall hall. Near barden tower I glanced across the road and happened to spot a veteran gentleman in a vintage 70s jersey that looked like Graham Breeze, but his face was obscured a bit by the wearing of a bicycle helmet. At the eleventh hour I decided it was GB and shouted a greeting. He was moving quite slowly and I wondered if a mechanical malady or wardrobe malfunction had occurred; hopefully I didn't bugger off into the distance leaving him stranded like Brett did.

At the parcevall hall tea room my Reynolds 853 Raleigh frame was being admired when I came out. The young man stated that he was, "getting good vibes from it". On the way down craven cross I hit a bump at 35 and got a scary moment of rear wheel bounce.