Last night I came the closest to an incident in a long time after some dickhead bus driver failed to check his mirrors (or just decided I didn't matter) before pulling out from stationary around a van; nearly slow-motion-crushing me against a parked bus on the other side of the road in the process.. he seemed unconcerned and looking back I wish I'd clocked the reg and reported him.
This morning was much nicer than yesterday; still grey but with a bit of ethereal mist. Thankfully no rain but occasional light drizzle; I made do with the jacket and the usual lightweight walking trousers. No heart rate data again as my HRM has gone from simply "forgotten" yesterday to "lost" after I failed to put my hands on it last night
Got out in good time and despite the headwind and damp didn't regret not being one of the muppets sat in traffic. Some nice interactions with people on the tow path and I passed within feet of a nonchalant heron on the bank of the canal
Once more grateful for the mental health benefits of a pleasant ride in; a welcome escape from the exhaustion of constant stress and conflict that now seems to typify "normal", conformist life.