It was worth the ride. Three and a half hours of pleasure. The Dirty Duck's hard to beat in midsummer. Plenty of lovely girls to admire. Another bonus was a complimentary return journey, courtesy of Northern Ireland Railways, for Lord Belmont. A touch more velour upholstery and walnut panelling wouldn't have gone amiss, though. The chap who issued the tickets was distracted by teenage revellers.
I had the fare ready, though nobody collected it. Both ways.
The Dirty Duck Bar was as busy as usual. I had their "deli" hamburger with all the trimmings; and about five Bombay Sapphire gin and tonics!
I dumped the trusty bicycle in the bushes, as usual; and it was still in situ when I returned. Splendid!
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