A fun day out!

I had a spring in my step today - a little bit of cycling related activity to brighten my day and populate my blog was the plan. So, with full clearance from my beloved, off we set towards the British Cycling Museum in Camelford (a small and rather dull town in North Cornwall probably most famous for having it's water contaminated in 1988 by 20 tonnes of aluminium sulphate being dumped into the wrong tank at a water treatment works). After driving through the mizzle and following the signs the anticipation grew and grew. However, after reaching what we thought was the right location the signage dried up, as can oft happen in the countryside. 'No fear, I'll just pop into the local information centre' says I, whence upon entering and waiting for the backpacking middle agers to decide their next choice of coastal path I was told by the kind lady that 'Oh, sorry ma deeyer, 'tis closed fur refurbissment. Ah donno wah theyz doowin it in Orgussed, 'tis stoopid'. Deep disappointment was compounded by the matronising comforting from my beloved. So, dear reader, I leave you for today with nothing where there could have been so much from a museum that boasts over 400 bikes, over 1000 medals, fobs and badges and window displays of gas, candle battery and oil lighting. No doubt yooz is as disappointed as Ize is.