Kris is getting married today. So last night he had his final (unless he nipped out this morning) ride as a single man. We nipped round the moors in the glorious sunshine and didn’t do anything too dangerous, finishing up at Pinchinthorpe Hall where he’ll be holed up for the night. Then proceeded a mini drinking session and some chips.
10.45pm I rolled into home rather tipsy and giggling like a loon from mine and Joes 3 mile pitch black jaunt through the forest. It was a cloudless night so the fireroads glowed ever so slightly so we mainly managed to keep the bikes on the track. Drinking and riding isn’t big or clever but it can be amusing ;0)
I’ll stick some pictures up later if any came out ok and I have time before we walk over to the evening do.

