Bust My Collarbone Pt 1

Whilst on the weekly off-road bike ride this morning, I fluffed a path crossing, hit a deep horses hoofprint, bottomed out the front sus and the tyre and flipped for a face plant. Unfortuntely, I’ve got pedals with clips, rather than SPDs at the moment, so the bike stayed attached and I managed somehow to clout my collarbone hard against the bike somewhere as we decked. Walked back, laughing most of it. Steve said it was a most amusing wipe-out, six points for style. We were pretty sure I’d only bruised it badly but after getting my shirt off, the lump kept moving, so I asked Jo to take me to A&E….