Hesiers is a tricky one - it's tempting to let rip, as you can see the road ahead, but then you realise how much gravel there is at the bottom, and then you spot the sheep wandering onto the road...
I usually skip the left turn down Hesiers and go straight on to join the B269, even though drivers treat that stretch like a motorway.
It looks as though I'll be heading over to CSG for 8.45 tomorrow. As Oliver's not going to be there, I'll make up for his Pogliaghi's absence by riding my glittery red Pogliaghi there.
Hesiers is a tricky one - it's tempting to let rip, as you can see the road ahead, but then you realise how much gravel there is at the bottom, and then you spot the sheep wandering onto the road...
I usually skip the left turn down Hesiers and go straight on to join the B269, even though drivers treat that stretch like a motorway.
It looks as though I'll be heading over to CSG for 8.45 tomorrow. As Oliver's not going to be there, I'll make up for his Pogliaghi's absence by riding my glittery red Pogliaghi there.