
Originally Posted by
mr brightside
I'm surprised he got planning permission, they are an awful eyesore. The bogs have been upgraded from '1980s Scottish camp site' to 'swiss airport departure lounge', so it's a mixed results. There's ample room to squeeze your fattening carcass into a wetsuit and act like you're still 7. My friend insists on this, but the upshot is that he has learned to catch signal crayfish and spends hours in the chilly water catching us food.
I'm doing two stoops tomorrow. This is what the Muggle sportive crew have begun calling it, I just know it as peat lane and that I have to be riding the winter bike with the hill block to get up; a full compact is too tall on the lowest gear, even at 39/26.
In preparation for my return to running I'm going for all the hills, every single one of them within my distance range. Blubberhouses moor from otley, peat lane, hartlington rakes, embsay fell, cow and calf, chevin, plus the lumps in between. I don't know if I can eat enough cake to fuel that.