Broken glass – green (Buckfast?) Bottle glass made me surrender after 2 replacement inner tubes had had to be added. Luckily I HAD two: one in backpack, and one under the saddle.
No, halt right there! This is no Daily Mail stream of consciousness against the underclass who prefer a little libation al fresco – nothing could be farther from the truth. But a public cyclepath used by the old and the young? Dog walkers? Think of the discomfort and pain a domestic animal – any animal would undergo.
Tyres were changed quickly: swarming midges precipitated a dedication to the task at hand.
Those miscreants, who cannot undertake themselves in the most default level of behaviour, should have reflective bibs attired and be busy scooping, picking and scraping their way towards a level of dignity and respect the vast majority of us exemplify on a daily basis.
Thankfully, I made it home…only to see that England were 1-0 up against Ukraine with 10 minutes to go; and I was clawing at the welts quickly surfacing, thanks to the midges.
Yes, you can’t win them all.