The standard 50m to the craven arms and back today. On the way towards Howgill on the lanes a rider coming the other way called me a effing c u nxt tues, I told this to the next guy on the road behind him and he said there had been a problem with some guy in a car. You just get some odd shit sometimes. The roads were in a bit of a state, covered in sticky crap from rain and tree sap, bits and bobs kept getting sucked up under the front mudguard. 3 pints of pale and a yorks pudding with onion gravy at the pub, plus tea and 2 slices of cake at st peters.