The Tale of a Dartmoor Cycle Track (or two)
A silly story about an udderly ridiculous plan (with apologies to all farmers, horse riders called Sally and grannies called Annie) Part 1: The Big Plan Farmer Phil has the weight of the world on his shoulders. There’s been a late frost and his lambs caught a chill and everyone keeps saying that this bonkers weather is farming's fault anyways. To make matters worse, his wife, Pat, is getting rather rotund which makes her very grumpy. She spends her life shuttling Jack and Jill between school and beyond, and between that and the farm rarely gets a moment to do much else. She keeps herself fueled with Maltesers which helps her mood, but does nothing good for her waistline. Farmer Phil has a brainwave! How about he build an exercise track on the perimeter of his farm. He’ll buy Pat a bicycle so that she can quickly nip out for a bit of exercise whilst waiting for the dough to prove in the oven. He’ll make it 3 meters wide so that Granny Annie in her mobility scooter can race the kids