Saddle rubbing

It struck me as a strange place to scratch your lottery card - the saddle of your bicycle. Maybe it’s a good luck ritual. The blue suit was certainly very striking, although at odds with the trainers.

I was watching him whilst sitting eating a very good Caribbean wrap from the monthly Walton vegan market. We’d ended up here after a really nice circular walk, half along streams and footpaths and half along the Thames; the rowers, cyclists and dog walkers were out in force so it was a jolly atmosphere. 

Felt cold later. Two weeks until the clocks change. A Covid winter lies ahead; time to hibernate ...