Give me country.
No pretentious joggers, no let’s-be-seen-sitting-in-a-fashionable-coffee-shop people, no fluorescence. And – above all – no cars. Selfishness smugly atop 4 wheels.
I hope that I’ve always been acutely aware of affording cyclists more than ample room.
1hr 20 minutes. More than I thought the 25k (mostly flat, punctuated by traffic lights) would require. Still, it was dry and I got to stretch my legs.
Highlight? Looking down, spotting that the darts match was *still* being watched by the resident of a nearby ground-floor as I put the last few hundred metres behind me.
I’m claiming the high ground on both levels!