Jon George
Mamil and couldn't care less
- Location
- Suffolk an' Good
During the summer, my friend Dan and I did five stages of Le Tour De Cochon (a bit of a cycling pub crawl around Suffolk where I always take a pork-pie), and so with a half-term available, on Monday we did Stage Six. What could possibly go wrong?
Instead of the predicted gloom, the morning ride from Ipswich to Laxfield (via Clopton, Crettingham, Earl Soham, Saxtead and Dennington) was in bright sunshine. The colours of the trees were spectacular and I had to decide to reduce the number of photo-stops or fail to get anywhere. However, this on a hill overlooking Earl Soham.
And this at Saxtead.
We made Laxfield (just five minutes before opening) to find that the pub supplies rings to tether steeds.
And this inside. Quite modern.
We moved to an adjacent pub, before cycling down to Badingham (The White Horse) and then to Sweffling (The White Horse - same name, different pub).
During the previous five stages I had paced myself with the consumption of beer, but I'm rather ashamed to say (at my age I should know better) I indulged myself a little too much and consequently took excursions into a couple of hedges (one of them twice - I untangled myself, stood back to inspect my bike for damage and was laughing so much I misplaced my footing and fell back in).
Cycling in the countryside at night was wonderful (even though we'd been warned of aggressive badgers) and I intend to do more of this in the future, but with far less alcohol inside me next time.
The moon. (Oh, total ride: 51 miles.)
Instead of the predicted gloom, the morning ride from Ipswich to Laxfield (via Clopton, Crettingham, Earl Soham, Saxtead and Dennington) was in bright sunshine. The colours of the trees were spectacular and I had to decide to reduce the number of photo-stops or fail to get anywhere. However, this on a hill overlooking Earl Soham.
And this at Saxtead.
We made Laxfield (just five minutes before opening) to find that the pub supplies rings to tether steeds.
And this inside. Quite modern.
We moved to an adjacent pub, before cycling down to Badingham (The White Horse) and then to Sweffling (The White Horse - same name, different pub).
During the previous five stages I had paced myself with the consumption of beer, but I'm rather ashamed to say (at my age I should know better) I indulged myself a little too much and consequently took excursions into a couple of hedges (one of them twice - I untangled myself, stood back to inspect my bike for damage and was laughing so much I misplaced my footing and fell back in).
Cycling in the countryside at night was wonderful (even though we'd been warned of aggressive badgers) and I intend to do more of this in the future, but with far less alcohol inside me next time.
The moon. (Oh, total ride: 51 miles.)