Wed Club Run to Delamere

Just Four Hoarse Men of the Apocalypse out on our 64 miler to Delamere, with only a couple of showers until our return down Wrigley Lane when the heavens opened.

My average 14 mph. I can report that the Station Cafe has reopened and that my baked beans on toast were up to the high standards drilled into me when I served as a sous chef on Johan Aldi’s yacht in the 1960s and it looks as if the menu has been extended and is better presented.

Chris

Dave, Dave, Phil pause for a flake.

Vegetarian all-day breakfast, so named since it would take all day to eat it. Note the fried bread and the bread and butter. Who ordered this? The next picture reveals the truth.

No fat on this guy (this is the ‘Before’ picture)