The end of the road

Well, the carless road at the end of my cycle.
tis unusual to see the street like this.
The lurgy looms and my inside head was whining and annoying me. I thought it fair to forewarn my cycling companion of the state of affairs and they were most tolerant.
A nice dinner and wine in house with C and an emergency chat with H. It's so important to know folk are there for you, and that they know you are there for them. If my phone works. But that's another story.