There is something almost therapeutic about cycling in the rain, passing thru The English countryside in the soft mists as rabbits and pheasants range across the landscape. Possibly this is because, as a schoolboy the bike was my escape as I explored country lanes and paths.

Okay enough of that drivel, the rain can be a pain. It is wet thru your shoes etc etc. but then again I could be doing this

Instead I have bridges like this

Reality can strike’ -arriving in Colchester -I’ve been to Tesco’s for food etc – makes Pac&Save look provincial

Tomorrow the ferry to Denmark…