Andrew joined Sue and me at the Vine in Dunham Woodhouses for a cheap beer, before strolling down the Trans Pennine Trail and back to the Vine along the canal towpath. We were joined in the Vine by four rather battered cyclists. It seemed they had been involved in a multiple pile-up. We took it that some wild driver had seen them off the road, but eventually they admitted that their leader had lost control and the others had piled into him. It all sounded rather farcically slapstick, but they were leaking genuine red fluid and sporting considerable grazes etc. We left them tucking into their second beers.
It was a delightfully calm, warm, November evening. We’d have paused for an extra beer at the fine hostelry pictured above across the glassy canal, but the ferry wasn’t working, so after 9km and two hours we enjoyed the old-fashioned ambience of the Vine, again.
The cyclists had left.