Another bad sleep with the muggy night and the creaky floorboards of the insomniac directly above me and the characteristic noisy hotel plumbing where you can hear people showering and flushing toilets almost anywhere in the building. There was even an attack of the classic water hammer at around 5.30. At breakfast the guest profile seemed newly diverse, though the little white haired and very old and fragile lady who always sits in the same seat in the restaurant is there and other elderly couples (who have six legs between them as the oracle at Delphi would say) are still here. They address the waitresses as ‘dear’. With a bit of a wobble of my loaded up bike, I left at around 9am and decided to head straight back home so blasted along the motorways back to my front door, 163 miles in 3 hours and 20 minutes. Good weather and good progress apart from the M25 as usual.

There’s more to say but this is all for now.

Here’s the track of the whole trip (woops ignore the bit to Thetford)- not very adventurous in terms of travel, sadly, but I had other priorities this year with the book deadline and maybe moving house within a couple of months.