We nearly won

On leaving Nottingham we happened on the Outlaw triathlon at Holmes Pierrepont and decided to enter. Passing one of the feeding stations we were cheered to the rafters. Assuming we were in the lead we acknowledged the applause and sprinted on, only to be stopped by a split inner tube. We so nearly won!

British Sugar (home grown) was a surprise but not as much of a surprise as our increasing speed. Bearing in mind that we are averaging about 9 miles per hour we passed a sign to Retford 5 1/2 miles. 30 seconds later we passed another Retford 4 miles. Roughly calculated that is 1 1/2 miles, so 3 miles per minute. 180 mph by my reckoning. Faster than an Intercity train in fact. Not bad for two oldies.

We also noticed the Germans are getting in on the act, Sabrina. There was a tractor that told us 'Germans farm' but did not expand on what and then a Fisher German for sale sign. I hope that German Fisher has passed his fishing exam.Meer informatie