Yesterday, 128k via Rhine-Marne canal, tarte flambée lunch in Saverne, sitting in the sun. Very pleasant up until then, due to a strong NE wind pushing me, so the the motor wasn't needed for a good chunk of the way. However, home was due NE and getting home was a bit of a struggle, not alleviated by the fact that the wind was freighted with pollen, to which I have become allergic over the last 3 years. Eyes were itching and nose streaming for the next 65k, and the spray the GP had prescribed made not a dent in it.
Saw: dozy ducks and the odd swan along the canal, also a couple of storks wheeling on the wind. Heard a cuckoo, too - first this year.
Bike was almost lovely, still got a bit of noise from the FD. My new Knog bell, though, makes such a curious noise - a loud ding that becomes a rising whine as it tails away - that some people don't identify it as a bike bell. One bloke just looked at his phone and needed a Mk.1 bellow before he looked round, by which point I was almost at a standstill. Hmm...
