Yesterday's ride. 51 miles, apparently. I don't use a computer till I get home. That flat section was not unwelcome. Had I known I was passing through the
habitat of the endangered fen raft spider I might have paused to observe a moment of silent
shuddering, but I flew nonstop across the Levels, wind at my back, former Royal Greenwich Observatory at Herstmonceux visible for miles at 11 o'clock.
Those locals not involved in
the manufacture of boutique bikes survive by handcrafting
trugs, which are like baskets but more expensive, and reportedly useful for
bodgers, though I have yet to employ one in that context.