" Getting lost in the U of K getting lost in the U of K ey hey ey hey
" Getting lost in the U of K makes my head spin the whole next day ey hey ey hey
Youre tired wet and cold and digging mud out of your ear when your country lane splits into 2 one uphill the other downhill. Your soggy map with yesterday's lunch stains does not have enough detail to help and the split is not signposted either the sign wad stolen or not put back after ww2 finished!
It's also getting dark and you're hungry but hey you take it in your stride because this is England and the price you must pay for cycling some of the most absurdly beautiful countryside scenery you'll see anywhere in the world!
In a perverse way it can be almost humorous - signs with weathered letters that require an understanding of Braille or hangman to read, others that require use of garden shears or a dose of agent orange as they lie buried in 50 years of undergrowth then there's the sign that does exist but has been turned around 180 degrees by some cycle hating adolescent!
I would laugh but I'm often in tears or an apoplectic fit cursing the English, cursing my map or just generally cursing the absurdity of riding unsupported with accommodation prebooked- then magically the destination appears we shower and dine we even smile about the days dramas and like the idiots we are we get up and do it all over again !
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You sound a little like the Soggy Bottom Boys with all those wet days. From many late nights watching the Tour it looks like Europe is suffering an "Indian Winter". Maybe you need Kev to ramp up his prolific personal emmisions to a whole new level in order to accelerate the mythological global warming.
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