Lovely little bimble out to Cafe Como at Brent Eleigh. Their first weekend open since before Xmas. Sadly, every cyclist in Essex and Suffolk decided to visit this morning, meaning that there was No Bacon Left for my panino by the time I got there. A curse upon all your houses! However, the sultana and apricot cake was a very fine substitute.
Even more sadly, I had my first - and second - puncture in a several of years on the way back. At the bottom of a hill, natch. A flint that would have elegantly graced some warrior or other in Lord of the Rings raped my front tyre, and no amount of tubeless gunge was going to stop the tyre from doing a floppy thing. Some 'rat's tail' did sort it, but I didn't notice till I set off again that the Bloody Flint had penetrated both the tread and the sidewall. Fixed that with another rat's tail, but used my last CO2 cylinder to pump it up. Of course, the repairs were inadequate, and my direct but lumpy back-road route home got steadily more squirmy as the pressure departed the fix. I got home with maybe 5psi in my front wheel.
Given the size of the slash from the flint and the difficulty in getting any kind of repair to stick, I ordered a new Schwalbe G-One as soon as i got home. I then blew up the tyre with a track pump mainly to see where it was leaking from. Of course, it wasn't. It's holding pressure like a new tyre. Bollox.