2 November. I ought to be doing more of this – getting up and out to greet the sunrise. And these crisp, clear autumn mornings always remind me most of my early days at art school. Going from an innocent schoolboy to mornings spent life drawing in the always very chilly Chapel Road annexe. Happy days (the sixties: and yes, I do remember being there).
30 October. One thing you quickly learn as a cyclist is that there are an awful lot of self-righteous people in the world. But quite why they're so ready to direct their anger at an old man on a bicycle is quite beyond me. Anyway, I got told off yet again this morning. What for this time? That new light of mine is too bright. Apparently.
21 October. I'm still taking the opportunity to take my Dutch bike off-road whenever I can, although winter will soon put a stop to that. So it's just as well that I now have the British (actually, it's Vietnamese) bike to fall back on. I wonder whether I'll still be allowed to ride the Dutch one once we've Brexited?