1,000 Bikers

"Have you heard about the thousand bikers?" The lady across the road sounded a bit agitated. Her friend had just phoned her to tell her that a thousand bikers were due to descend on Hay on Saturday for a Biker Wedding!
On reflection, she admitted that her friend might have been exaggerating a bit.
This morning, I thought there must be something to the rumour, though, as police cones were in place all round the Council Chambers (where weddings are also held) and there was a police van there.

I missed all the excitement - I went off to Wonderwool with Tracy, and was very happy to come back with everything I'd planned to get there, and a few extra things like weld and madder, to show children what Viking and medieval dyes look like, and some new flax to spin.

There were a few Harleys and Triumphs parked around town when I came back, and quite a few people wandering round wearing leathers and carrying helmets.
"What about the thousand bikers, then?" I asked in Broad Street.
"Oh, there weren't that many - maybe more like a hundred."