I pottered down the lanes in wet mist trying unsuccessfully to capture out of focus views of distant trees. A large, brown, bird of prey sat still just long enough for me to watch it through my binoculars. Before rapidly vanishing into the mist within a few short yards of taking off. I shall need rear lights on the trike if this mist doesn't clear.
A grey ride north to the shops as it steadily cleared. Only 14 miles. The slow puncture continues to leak overnight. I tried holding up a narrow glass of water to immerse the valve, between the spokes, but saw no bubbles. Rode another 7 miles after lunch as the mist and darkness thickened. Returning at late dusk well lit up as 7-axle lorries and vast tipper trucks with matching trailers roared past. Can you imagine being overtaken by a Lorry Train in Oz? That would really test your balance and nerve on a bike!