Twisted

I cycle to work along the river. I cycle home in the dark along the main road because from the bridge it is too dark to distinguish the water from the towpath. But a fortnight ago a colleague, whose cycle-commute is much longer than mine, told me he always goes home on the towpath and thinks it's safer. So I've been trying it and it's a revelation.

Down at river level, ambient light bouncing off the water makes it very easy to see. I can also see the rowers and canoeists with the white lights on their bow and red ones behind and I'm sure they can see mine. What I can't see are the runners and cyclists on the towpath without lights. The first I knew of an unilluminated cyclist this evening was him yelling, 'Fucking hell!' as he nearly ploughed into me.

Somehow this was my fault. Apparently bright lights are worse than none.