Spoke to a bloke on an SP-2 who had just hit a pigeon on his way there. Showed me the remains all over the front of his bike, the pigeon "...exploded like a water-bomb" and cracked his headlight cover.
Perfect weather, no mud or tractors on the road. No plod either.
Why can't it always be this way?
Going back later (tea-time) for some more!
) and it was a flat as a pancake 
