Cafe stops episode IV - a new soup

Following a week of gopping weather, turbos were primed and standing by in garages and sheds until the cycling gods cast aside the November clouds and let the sun shine down on Crapiland. Canal central at Maesbury has been the winter hostelry of choice for the last couple of years so that's where we were heading. Robbo met Ron, Chris and Al at Moreton Park, with all four complaining it was too warm and Big Al already sweating conkers! We chatted idly as we wound our way through Weston Rhyn and Hengoed, passing at least half a dozen other riders on the way (good to see more and more cyclists out). At Oswestry, we all turned with unspoken acceptance to climb to Treflach (there's no such thing as a straight there and back) before hurtling down Blodwell bank at over 40mph. A rare tail wind helped us along the Tanat valley with Al prophesizing that Winter Ronnie would put the hammer down at some point, he wasn't wrong. 42 miles.

For anyone interested in the answer to last week's conundrum, it'll come as no surprise to learn that c) is technically the closest. I say technically because The Lantern didn't actually manage to drag his carcase out of his bed before Currys closed at 4pm so is still washing his smalls in the bath.