Sunday 6th January – to the bus stop, the slow way...

No riding on Saturday, I needed the rest and Andy was out of action, so instead, after a late start, I headed for the south coast for a walk and, of course, a visit to the Lobster Pot café on the front at Felpham, a great caff.

Sunday I was up at 0600hrs, although I was strongly tempted to send an abort text to Andy. We rode to the Tatsfield Bus Stop – of course we did! – and we went the slow way. It's less of an ordeal these days for some reason.

Warlingham Green on a wintry morning over the festive break...

At the bus stop we engaged in our usual activities of chatting and watching passing Lycra monkeys and joggers emerging at the top of White Lane. Around 0900hrs we headed for home. Andy and I parted company at The Ridge and I used the off-road path all the way along the 269.

Weatherwise it was cold. Not biting cold, but just cold. I'll need a balaclava one of these days.

I reached home around 0945hrs, locked up the bike, closed and locked the garage door and got on with my day.

It's now Monday morning, 0711hrs and I'm listening to That's Entertainment by the Jam. I had a broken night, or rather I woke up early, just before 0500hrs. I tried to get back to sleep but couldn't so when 0600hrs rolled past I got up. And now Road to Nowhere by Talking Heads is playing, kind of summing up the United Kingdom at the moment: knife crime is rife (Lee Pomery was murdered last week on a train en route to London) and let's not forget Brexit.

Better go and make my sandwiches or I'll be late for work. Here's to next week's riding.