Resumed coastal ride on St. Swithin’s Day. Thankfully it didn’t rain then but it’s making up for it now as I lie in a semi-flooded field beneath the Humber Bridge. Slugs are sliming all over tent — fat sausage-sized beats. On nocturnal pee mission, put bare foot in shoe and squashed a slug. Not the most delightful sensation I’ve ever had! Found a wallet in the gutter yesterday — crammed with cash and credit cards. Hoorah! I thought. I can be rich yet! But honesty got the better of me and by way of some spectacular detective work, if I may say so myself, I reunited it with its rightful owner — a manager of a construction company. He kissed me enthusiastically and said I’d saved his life, which I thought a tad dramatic. He insisted I have £20 reward. How touching & how useful — will buy 10 tonnes of porridge immediately!

Humber Bridge

Humber Bridge