Of mice, men, and the Met Office
The best-laid plans, etc. Having consulted the runes, shaken the seaweed and as a last resort studied the Met Office weather forecast, John has decided the ride to Wrynose will happen early Saturday morning, and may the devil take the hindmost. On second thoughts, that’s likely to be me, so forget that last bit.
The bike is all ready to go, but am I?
