|A field halfway along the B269 and yards from where Andy and I parted company.|
|Andy on the B269 prior to parting company.|
|It was hard to believe I was only 30 minutes or so away from civilisation|
We managed to avoid a soaking, although I picked up a wet arse, courtesy of no mudguards, but that was the height of any problems we encountered.
Andy's found a new way home along a dirt track half way along the B269 on the return trip, so we parted company in fog and vowed to meet again next week. I stopped and took a few photographs and they illustrate this post.