A day where the plan unravelled a little. I'd said I'd meet Baz for a dander at Porty; but after a brief stop to check phase 2 of the wall painting, I realised I had a spoke broke. Or two. (Later examination actually revealed I'd snapped the rim on the back wheel hub!!!)

So gingerly I abandoned Baz to the shoreline on his own and I doubled back home.

A bit of fiddlling about with wheels and I swapped the Giant onto the Cannondale and I was mobile again.

Into town I didst go; to chum her to Asda. Along the canal; lay in supplies and as her lass had been cast aside by her chums, we bussed back and set about roasting a chicken and having a quiet night in. Which sorta worked...