Picardy Place Roundabout

It was torpid torture today. And a little alliteration as well.

The first day back after a week of messing about with the lads is always going to be a struggle. 

So when I finally got onto the bike, there was a fair bit of relief as I took off down the hill, homewards. 

Suddenly I am awake and alert; the Cigs van (the original one, not the Johnny-Come-Lately of Claremont Road) is coming towards me. Instead of bearing left off the roundabout and down Broughton Street, I keep on right - thankfully nothing is behind me, and I swing around the roundabout in pursuit. I had a full rucksack so had the camera around my neck and managed to whip it out and rattle off a couple of shots. 

Phew! Then I completed the lap of the roundabout - you should see my Strava map - and stopped at the top of Broughton Street to see what I had. 

Not the best but under the circumstances, I'm happy I got the shot. 

And homewards. Smiling. Which wasn't happening before I left work, Cigsless in Seattle.