Some 'salt of the earth' type locals thanked us for the cupcakes that were handed round the pub as we were leaving. One of them jokily commented that we were always here on Mondays and that if you wanted a bike, come down - his mate looked at him appalled and said 'Don't shit on your own doorstep son'
Rather funny. I even managed to barter some tin foil from the chef in exchange for a piece of choc orange cake - which went down very well.
Some 'salt of the earth' type locals thanked us for the cupcakes that were handed round the pub as we were leaving. One of them jokily commented that we were always here on Mondays and that if you wanted a bike, come down - his mate looked at him appalled and said 'Don't shit on your own doorstep son'
Rather funny. I even managed to barter some tin foil from the chef in exchange for a piece of choc orange cake - which went down very well.