The problem with having a humungous head is that if someone offers you a small helmet (stoppit) you will have to politely decline. In doing so you may miss the opportunity of riding a Kevil’s BMW café racer up the hill past Hay Tor on the first sunny day since Richard the Third parked his Astra in Leicester.
Yes, Kev assumed I would be travelling light on the GS, but no, I had brought the full compliment: Nikons, Leicas, reflectors and most of the Manfrotto timeline. So we ended up with two bikes a car, a T5, a trailer and a shuttle service up and down the hill.
Anyway, it sunned, on the bikes, the early morning dog-walkers, the woman in pink on a horse, the PCSO who stopped to say hello and latterly the ice-cream man.
Afterwards we went to The Hound of the Basket Meals and ate dogs.
Quote of the day? (Kev) “I didn’t know this was here” (Dartmoor)