I'D picked a route that avoided riding into the sun, as a heatwave wasB forecast, and as I rode along, I got to thinking about Dorset Knobs* – a strange, hard, rusk-like roll, baked since the 1800s, that the area’s known for. There is, famously, a Dorset Knob-throwing competition but, sadly, it was cancelled (no idea if t was ‘cos of venues/dates/whatever, or whether it was the woke objecting to the name), so I was unable to demonstrate my sporting prowess… probably a good thing, though, as my triple-axis swan-throw is technically an illegal move.
Anyway, considering the Dorset lads’d to make a last-minute venue change the turnout was impressive. Despite the official start time being midday, by 11.30 the guys marshalling’d their work cut out showing early-arriving folk where…
