'twas a cold, damp December day when he set forth on his quest.....
He rode ever onward, reaching the hallowed land of bricks and bikes......
Through the land of iron-age hillforts......
He came upon a crossroad's; he knew which path would reward him......
The road grew narrow and wild, still he rode onwards.....
At last he neared his goal, he sensed its nearness......
Finally he found what he sought, a Sunday sunset to make
@tripple3 proud.....
He rode home a happy man......
But sadly, on his return he ate not of the mythical ice cream sandwich, but had to make do with a mug of black coffee and 4 'Digestive' biscuits instead.....