3°C, murky.

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36½ miles or cycling. It’s just about dry now. The chain nearly broke- or so it appeared when I arrived home. .

 

It’s also a day of recovering from a late night:  Bed at 2am. We went to a party for a couple celebrating their civil ceremony ( if that’s the right name). On of whom works importing Italian shoes. She got this amazing drink that’s the Italian equivalent of Champaigne. The difference is- this stuff is nice. I just can’t seem to remember it’s name.

 

Maybe I should categorise this under "mundane". We did eat lychees!