Somewhere to the west of Shrewsbury - 32 miles north of last nights bed. A respectable mornings ride. I'm in a pub called "The Pound", but they do 2 courses for £10 at lunch. I don't get that and when I asked the barman, nor did he; in fact he just looked at me as if I was some sort of freak. No sense of humour in the youth of today!
If you ever want to avoid this pub - although the decor is very tasteful, suitable for entertaining a short-sighted art curator, because there are lots of colours giving it an abstract effect if you squint - it is here:
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