Every day a new adventure

That strip of carriageway beside the kerb is where cyclists belong. And every day is a new adventure. What will it be today - broken glass? A dead rat? A damaged, protruding manhole cover? No. Today's it's that old favourite, collapsed contractor's fencing. I hate having to swerve out round crap like this at this time of the year, when the sun is very low, and drivers are dazzled by it, but just keep driving. (The A112, just after the junction with Church Hill E17)