Bridge? Presumable over the Tay... I was awake, but was unaware of anything special.
The greatest irony was that after 11 dry days in the Western Isles, Jan an I have just had a drenching riding <1.5 miles home from Southend Central.
The rush-hour ride from Euston to Lpoo St was, predictably, awful but two particular incidents stand out. The first, going along London Wall, was when we were approaching the lane-reducing road works and were squeezed out by an Addison Lee driver. He stopped at the Moorgate lights and as I pulled alongside I thumped his driver's window very hard indeed. The way he ducked and cringed was absolutely fantastic, followed by "Don't you fucking hit my car!" to which I responded "Don't fucking try to run us over then." I think the adrenaline rush he got from that incident will probably be with him all morning.
The second was as we approached Fenchurch Street (we save over £10 using Fench St. To Sou. Cen). Jan had decided to walk for a bit, largely due to the shell-shock of having just survived 3 miles of rush-hour London, and someone tried to nick her Ortlieb pannier. She whacked his hand and he ran off. From now on, a bungee will be posted through the quick-release handles.
