Building work in SE1 has meant moving out and taking Belinda back to a mystery location in Cambridge where she will rub shoulders with piles of furniture and artwork for the next 6 months or so. It feels so familiar to take the train up there from Liverpool Street, make my way to my old garage, and climb into armoured leathers and head off, usually in an easterly direction. It is really more pleasant to spend an hour in a train before riding than inching forward for the same amount of time through the traffic of south London before sniffing any sign of good roads to ride on. Today’s trip, taken on bank holiday Saturday with a cool sun shining, was back to Dunwich, a favourite destination partly because of the lovely ride from Cambridge especially on the A1120 but also the spacious destination where you can park for free, walk on the stoney beach and feel the sun on the face and take tea and cake at the great Dunwich Tea Rooms. The place is never crowded. Once I had relaxed and the stressful week had melted away from my body, I remembered the pleasure of riding a motorbike: the tilting of the body, the feeling of oneness with the bike, the acceleration, the cool air, the comfortable posture.

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