I finally did Hoggin' The Bridge. I've been aware fo this run for a while, but as it's Bristol to Wales, which makes it too far for a day run, and late in the year, I've never done it before. This year, Lynn decided she was doing it and organised a ride. I called my conveniently placed sister for a bed the night before.
We met up at the Ace cafe, which was a waste, as neither Lynn nor I was massively hungry, and the Ace does amazing huge breakfasts. And no-one else pitched up. Their loss. We had a clear run down to Glastonbury on a collection of roads I wish I could remember codes for because they were lovely, winding this way and that between Tank Crossing signs. I looked all around, but didn't see a tank. Ever since Kelly's Heroes, I have a soft spot for tanks, because I automatically think of Donald Sutherland playing tank commander and hippy (20 years too early, but never mind).
We stopped in Glastonbury for lunch. The really nice thing about Glastonbury is that there is a choice of places I can eat without having to construct a meal out of side dishes. Or pick tuna out the mixed salad.
On Sunday we got up, bundled up, saddled up and motorwayed up to the meeting point at Severn View services. Given the clouds and temperature, I was not expecting so many bikes. Given the name of the event, I was not expecting such a mix of bikes, or for it to be sponsored by Mercedes. BMW at least make bikes.
There were fresh donuts at one stall. Talk about knowing your audience on a cold morning.
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