“so there we were, sat having a drink. When a motorbike pulled up. He was a thick set gent, wearing full biker leathers. The logo on his back was the Widow Sons North Wales Chapter.”
The man lifted his lid and said is this the café on Horseshoe Pass?
No mate this is the last stop café between ‘dale and Toddy!
What? But I am still in Wales though?
No your about 20 miles out of Manchester!
Noo I planned this route, Nev thought he knew better. But as I am the President, o know what’s best.
And that Mister Police officer was the last we saw off him. The gent turned and headed of left. We said right but he ignored us, and drove straight off the path towards the cliff.