I had a kind of cycling dream last night. I was on a bike tour, not sure where but it felt vaguely rural France. Anyhow, I was on a bus then suddenly remembered I was on a bike tour and didn’t have my bike with me. So I got off and started heading back to where I’d stayed, though I had an unsettling suspicion I didn’t have the bike there either. Then I met two old school friends and woke up.