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Up at 4.30. Wide awake. I can't blame a nap because I was in the city in the afternoon.
No Tuesday visit to my friend today. A good day for a ride.
7.40 Time for a walk first.
8.20 Back again. I walked the wrong way. Just for a change. A solitary hare was watching me from a roadside field. It lolloped across the field to hide behind a gentle mound. Two moorhens were sitting beside a large pond. Then decided to take to the water. A beautifully landscaped garden now. Taking advantage of the existing trees and woods.
None of the wind turbines was turning due to a lack of wind. The traffic was extremely intermittent. Nothing for minutes on end. Then half a dozen in convoy. The neighbour's cat was sitting on the gravel as I came home. Then decided to leave in a hurry as I went indoors. Was it expecting me to emerge with a shotgun? I might have been fetching cream! Now it will never know.
8.50 Getting darker. I have the spare bike battery on charge.
11-14.15 A 58km ride. A headwind on the return leg. I saw three young deer near the road and a hare. I was heading to a charity shop at 37km with a large stock of furniture but it was closed on one of its few open days. A lack of volunteers in such a large village? The roads which were closed for the new, high speed railway track are open again. Some with naked, concrete bridges standing like modern sculptures in the landscape.
I'd gone about ten kilometers when a wasp or bee flew right into my mouth. It felt hot and tasted gingery. A sharp jab inside my bottom lip had me worried I'd been stung. I kept spitting and stopped to wipe my mouth with a fresh tissue. My lower lip felt slightly numb but became no more painful. So I pressed on. While planning a detour to the only pharmacy I knew of in the area.
Several drivers brushed past me with no oncoming traffic. I mean well within a meter of my handlebars. They obviously haven't heard of the 1.5m rule. Even if the law didn't exist there is no sane. Nor any reason to drive that way. Callous disregard for their own paintwork? Senility? Drugs? Drunk? Sociopath? Registered blind? Driving while banned? All of the above? Why do these educationally challenged morons all life in the same village? Inbreeding? So many questions. So few answers.
I rode down a flight of steps. I had taken a different turning to reach the invisible cycle path well below road level. There were signs that no cycling or walking was allowed on the bypass I was approaching. So I turned first left. To be met by the steps. The next turning was a gentle slope. The steps were the easiest option of the moment. To save me backtracking. It went without a problem.
A late lunch and then dozing on the computer chair. Meanwhile, I ran a load of laundry.
Dinner was chicken, mushrooms and halved tomatoes fried in olive oil. With oven chips.
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