After numerous incidents involving foot stamping and some pseudo tool throwing I have finally cracked. I now categorically state that “there will be no more A244 roadside tantrums, no more canal topping up tears, and no more French vocabulary practised in Pirbright”.

After enduring six punctures in the last four days, I have finally threw changed my sad excuse for cross-terrain tyres to the two beautiful little road burners I’ve been saving for our trip.

I am pleased with the change, reduced time, confidence in my equipment, a smooth and somewhat relaxing ride, and more importantly a big smile on my face, particularly when battling the buses in MY lane and evading the couriers who are eagerly delivering the needs and deadlines of the very busy many.

Long may it continue…