Description

From this farm-once-pub, I saw approaching, my friend the sheep-dog. Being a true lover of cyclists, he passed by two cars and their passengers nearby, and made straight for me, or to be more exact, my saddle-bag! Then began the process of sniffing around and looking pleadingly at me alternatively, until a few of the biscuits he was sure were there were produced. Having consumed these with much tail-wagging, seen me throw my leg over the saddle, he realised that the ’feast' was over