50m on the bike today, up to the red lion in burnsall and back. I'm only shitting, it was the craven arms, obviously. Dark clouds were seen over whithill and it was drizzle all the way back. I had a sticky ginger pudding with custard and two pints of ale. On the way back I got stuck behind a front loader coming out of the village which turned out to be Ted Mason on some type of mission; no doubt some sheep somewhere stood to benefit from it. People keep asking me where I've cycled from when I'm in the ale house. They seem surprised to learn I'm from Leeds and find it to be some sort of minor endurance exercise miracle.