Lost and found

A great group bike rode today with a short drive to the start which gets us into different territory - an area optimistically called the Rutland Alps by those of us from the flat fens. Anyway it was a hilly ride with a good cafe. Lunchbreak was extended firstly by the belated discovery of a puncture so that was one false start. And then I lost my cycling gloves. A search in vain ensued whilst I checked and rechecked my pockets and bags. As I sorted my jacket for the wash, lo and behold my favourite rainbow mitts emerged from its pockets. I had thought they were a large hankie,