Pixie Trail, birdshit

Cycled to work in a world record time.

At one point there was a woman on one side of the path and an Alsatian on the other side of the path. And, crucially, they were at either end of a long lead. I rang my bell. She obligingly crossed to the other side of the path. So did the Alsatian.
I slithered the back wheel quite a bit.

A gentle single Lap only of the Pixie trail at lunchtime accompanied with a sandwich and the crossword.

Cycled home and, given that I was already completely sweaty (hottest day of the year so far), I went to the tennis club night.