Very quiet on the roads this morning, only one cyclist going my way, a young man on a hybrid who looked like he had got dressed from the remnants of a explosion in Sports Direct. Baggy 3/4 length running leggings, football shorts, triathlon road cycling shoes with no socks and bright orange waterproof looked a bit wierd but he was up for bit of SCR with a grin on his face.
Cycle home seemed to be full of bad tempered people. 2 old ladies demanded I got off my bike and walk, I was actually on CS3, you think the blue paint and pictures of bikes would have told them I was allowed on it. Then a jogger running on CS3 shouted at me for not ringing a bell at him when I overtook. Finally the prize for the most bad tempered twonk went to a middle aged woman in a car keeping pace with a bloke cycling on the pavement down Noak Hill, beeping her horn and demanding he got off the pavement for over a 100yds. He blissfully ignored her but gave me a cheerful wave.