Fin de Siecle — as we cyclists have it

So, the ped­al­lers 2008 sea­son came to an end a few weeks ago with a very gentle ride first to the Fox and Roman, which does good food judging by the well-filled and swiftly emp­tied plates of two of our num­ber, but where the choice of drink­able beers was not great. (Bet­ter, how­ever, than the Black Bull on Hull Road which has an impress­ive array of shiny pumps selling noth­ing one would want to buy, or drink). But off into the dark of the night and through the utter black­ness of Knave­smire Wood, faith and the trusty dynamo show­ing but a short way ahead, and into Bish­op­thorpe, where I have already for­got­ten the name of the pub (could it have been the Wood­man?) but which did have drink­able beer and a pleas­ing not too crowded ambi­ance. (I seem to remem­ber the décor was strik­ing in some way — but not neces­sar­ily a pos­it­ive one).  And so via the Mil­lenium Bridge to the safe haven of the Welly, where we were joined by those for whom even such a mod­est excur­sion is too much to con­tem­plate, and where the Sam Smiths went down very nicely and cheaply.  Watch this space for reports of the ped­es­trian sea­son, start­ing after the clocks go back.