You’re Afan a laugh – Ride Report
Chris Hopkinson writes: At 6.15 on Saturday morning I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. I’d hardly slept a wink due to a trapped nerve in my shoulder giving me some grief and it now seemed like the wife had very kindly shared her cold with me. I’d rebuilt the full suss […]
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