Tour of Britain

While Murphy and I were snoozing away after our beach trip this morning, Dad disappeared to the village half a mile away to watch a big bicycle race go past.  
He said it was very exciting - lots of police on motorbikes (like when we saw the flame thingy a couple of months ago)....

  and then the first few riders arrived ....
 

They whizzed through the village and he had to wait two minutes for the rest of the race (Uncle Dave, who used to do this sort of thing, told me they are called the peloton)

Then finally, the last few stragglers

and it was all over in about five minutes. 

It might well have been over in five minutes, but Dad still managed to take 80 pictures!