From yesterday's 153 mile ride. You spend hours barely seeing another soul, in a car or otherwise, rolling through a lush undulating landscape before most people have got up, and then suddenly out of nowhere, incongruity leaps out from behind a hedgerow.
HTC Incredible S, unadulterated (somewhere just east of Higham Gobion, Beds).
From yesterday's 153 mile ride. You spend hours barely seeing another soul, in a car or otherwise, rolling through a lush undulating landscape before most people have got up, and then suddenly out of nowhere, incongruity leaps out from behind a hedgerow.
HTC Incredible S, unadulterated (somewhere just east of Higham Gobion, Beds).