Having toast, honey and banana after euphoric 12 mile blat on bike.
About 12 miles under blue sky, no breeze along some quiet country lanes with verges frothing with cow parsley and bluebells and a few main roads.
No white van moments, either. A maroon people carrier doing about 65mph came a bit close. but otherwise all traffic and lorries perfectly considerate and well behaved.
River Severn low, subdued and giving the misleadingly impression of benign calm. Probably as pretty as it ever gets with nice reflections and mallards but too early for the boat-trippers.
My mother’s verdict on the Gloucester-Tewkesbury river trip; “Bloody mud banks all the way.” She was harsh but fair.