Oh, ok, we went to 2 pubs.
As the weather was so gorgeous, after a nice sausage (Linda McCartney) or 2, a poached egg and some beans for brekky, we got on our bikes and headed off for a ride.
We had this ride all planned out and headed off to Norwich on the cycle path then out via Sprowston Road and across Mousehold Heath on the cycle path, through the Heartsease Estate (quickly as that's where I got assulted) and then off on the Plumstead Road and headed for Salhouse. At the 12 mile point, we pulled into the Woodfords Brewary complex and had a half of shandy each (mine was vile and I put it in a potted plant) and shared some chunky oven chips. I'm sure that they were oven chips, cooked and then nuked to reheat. Not worth 4 quid if anyone is thinking of a visit!
Onwards to Ranworth and passed the Maltesers Pub where we normally have a cuppa and up the hill to South Walsham and on to Hemblington where my GPS decided that we had gone off route, flounced big time and turned itself off in a huff. Really! It's worse than a bloomin' teenager. I must have the only Garmin bike computer that has a hissy fit when we get diverted due to the gas mains being worked on.
We turned it back on and, thinking it would put us back on route, followed the sulky thing. It took us to Little Plumstead, which is all fine and dandy, had we wanted to go there in the first place. I am going to call it Kevin, after the moody teenager in the Harry Enfield sketches. I manually put in Brundall and off we went again. It did take us to Brundall and we found our way to Station Road and the Yare Pub where we had a cola and shared an ice-cream.
We got Kevin the garmin to then take us to Thorpe. It decided that we were off down the A47 dual carriageway. I think that it might be possessed and maybe I should call it Christine instead. I said "bugger all this, let's go to Postwick" (pronounced Possick for those who don't live in Norfolk) so we did and picked up the cyclepath and headed into Norwich down the Yarmouth Road to the Station. We followed the riverside cyclepath and stopped at one of the dragons.
Norwich has a small dragon infestation at the moment. They will all go after the school holidays.
From there Christine/Kevin was in a right snit and we told it to take us home, just to stop the stupid thing beeping every 5 seconds. We followed the cycle paths, it beeped crossly as it wanted to go up the main roads.
Once home, it said that I'd ridden 16 miles in an hour and 17 minutes and had come back from Ranworth instantly in a dead straight line. I didn't teleport so have downloaded the ride from Kenn's GPS which decided to behave. I am going to have to have a word with my Garmin. I might threaten it with a factory reset and see how that works out.
35.39 miles in 2:55:17 so we didn't hurry and all the back tracking, stopping, swearing, starting and then crawling along the riverside path at 5mph didn't help our average but we had a good time.