Across the moors

Pete took me on a great 80 mile ride across the North Yorkshire moors this afternoon, taking in some amazing scenery, unspoiled villages, Castle Howard (Brideshead Revisited) and tasty teashops. I felt a bit incongruous on the lumbering Pan, following Pete round the deserted twisting country roads on his super-smart '57 A10, and I wished (not for the first time) I had a Triton. But then when we stopped for tea and a fag Pete said he was wishing for a pogo seat after 80 miles of clip-ons.

Ee, it were bloody cold though...