Last of the Summer Wine
Tom was our first faller, and won the competition to fall off at the highest speed.
You can just make out the cut on his knee.
I tried to follow Daren down a boulder strewn chalky gully, and got things terribly wrong.
My reactolight glasses proving too dark in amongst the trees.
Up I went, nearly over the bars before crashing down on my right hand side.
Despite falling to my right it seemed that my left knee took the hardest battering.
Daren’s fall looked awful as he had unclipped one pedal, looked over the opposing shoulder and went down on his right like a felled tree.
Perhaps we should call our little group, “The Last of the Summer Wine”.