My first nocturnal pootle for a long time (discounting last Friday's Pickled Egg Affair) and also my first since becoming cliplessless. I have returned to good old rat-traps without toe-clips because the act of unclipping hurts my arthritic ankles.
It was indeed a gorgeous night - shirt-sleeve order (I cannot be bothered to change into lycra these days for under 20 miles): mild, gentle breeze, few clouds, a sliver of new moon and the one and only creature I noticed on the way round was a diminutive fox cub which bounced across the road in front of me.
16.75 miles at 11.3 mph.