Newcastle in Broon

Well, the series has to come to an end. Back to blighty and a cycle up beside the Tyne in glorious sunshine to get the train north. And a newspaper to read!
So, the claes are washed and out on the line, the gear all packed away.
And an email has winged its way out. It's a Wednesday night after all. The evening for swapping of stories. And drinking huge big beers. After a week of teeny wee beers, I may have to wean myself in slowly. Or is it like cycling - once you know how, you never forget?