Coffee, cake and conversation in the Walled Garden Café. Surprisingly, Trev and I found we agreed on two things, though he's wrong about history. Fact.
Then a quick blast to Congresbury, Banwell and Hutton over Canada Combe and Bleadon, I added on a couple of wiggly bits of my own to make a ride of just shy of 100km.
It was another nice day, or at least the bit of it we were out in. You have to grab those windows, or open them, or jump through them, whatever, while you can. It's now raining and blowing a gale.
But earlier it was like this: