Yesterday we set out to Ilkley: the plan that had been planned and written on the big plan calender many weeks ago was to head out to the Lido, get out the bikes and do the 5k Denton Lane-Carters Lane-Curly Hill circuit until collapse. Sadly, as with so many things that happen to us, this wasn't the case.

Race for Life day!!!

We couldn't park at the Lido; if fact, Denton Road was closed just beyond. So using the Corporal's "lets stick to the plan until we physically can't stick to it any more" theory, we bombed down Denton Road to see...traffic cones. And a big sign saying 'Road Closed'.

"Never mind," said the Corporal. "We'll just do an out-and-back..." So off we set in the other direction.

Then the rain started. And the wind. And the road undulated. And still we followed the Corporal. I have no idea why. Eventually he stopped and turned around on seeing a sign for a 20% downhill. Even the Corporal has a sliver of sanity that he keeps in his left bike shoe for occasions such as this.

It was great fun on the way back though. And I was happy. I saw three Curlews and a hare. And a damp Nom with a giant sandwich.