21 miles at a reasonably good pace, today. Not too many serious hills, average speed 15.9 mph (just one tenth short of the magic speed of 16mph). 

We were trying to avoid the bank holiday traffic on what we call our standard route, but one car nearly did for us at the finish. Coming back home through Carnforth, positioned for a right turn onto Crag Bank road, an Astra overtook us on the wrong side of the road, against a stream of oncoming traffic and against all common sense. He got to the mini roundabout just ahead of us and, rather than turn right, he promptly did a U-turn and came back onto us. 

I wasn’t in too bad a position – I could see he was a plonker – but John was too trusting and nearly ended up under his front wheels. What a prat. And with wife and kids on board; what on earth could they have been thinking? He was as competent a driver as Mr Pastry was a dancer (showing my age here)…

Where are the police when you need them?

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