|Early doors, 2c. Didn't get warm until after midday. Did get warm though!|
a) I was gonna lose an hour as soon as I crossed into Montana (Pacific into Mountain Time. Hang on- 'Mountain'?), and
b) The Man doesn't tell me what to do, right?
|I was going to ignore it but seeing how narrow the one lane got...well, good call!|
So I owe you all about 4 miles and perhaps 800 feet. Cheque's in the post etc...
|And then down-hill we go. Freezing!|
|Two down, twelve to go...|
|I'd love to see that. Actually, on second thoughts...|
|I'll lie to you and tell that the movie 'A River Run Throughs It' was filmed here. Haven't seen it either.|
|Gentlemen! Luncheon is served.|
|Result! My very own lane, as smooth as. What could possibly...|
|You try to pretend that you're imagining that yer tyre is flat. Bollocks!|
|You sneaky m**********r!|
|At long last- someone as daft as I am, hah-hah! And heavier...blimey! Big shout-out!|
Anyway, the poor sod wanted food so I obliged with a ropey packet of cake. He's probably in ER by now. Sorry man...
|"If you ever go to Huson, you better act right..."|
|No choice at all!|
|I did promise myself an ice cream of some nature: they didn't have Magnums but this was tickety-boo!|
|Proprietor: Mr P. Doyle. Now *that* is a film. And I have seen it.|
|Tribute to the late Prince Buster.|
|I'm not staying here tonight but I kinda wish I was. Top name!|
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