We are now riding along the official cycling route from Lands End to John O'Groats ( LEJOG when you're in the know) so there's a chance to say hello to other riders of pannier clad bicycles. The best encounter so far occurring in a small town this morning when we pulled up outside a cafe at the same time as a young girl whose panniers were clearly carrying more kit than ours and also had a tent strapped on the top.
We sat outside the cafe, Catherine with a double espresso and me with a cappuccino that had a very generous helping of chocolate sprinkles on top alongside a very gooey flapjack.
Our rider friend meanwhile eschewed the cafe and instead sat on the nearby bench and assembled a small meths cooker she pulled from her bike and started to cook up some rice.
Really, it was enough to make a chap choke on his cappuccino froth. All I could do was sit there in stony silence looking like a complete part-timer, munching on my flapjack and contemplating membership of the bloody prawn sandwich brigade.
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