Well, yesterday I did indeed go out, sans bike. However, t'was no fun, as it was a duty visit to ancient crumbling mother who'd just been released from hospital. Left home at 0500, got back home about 1715 or so, having driven in excess of 400 miles, largely across country. 400 miles driving for a visit which my remaining family and my mother had been demanding loudly, and lasted about an hour and a half till mother made it plain she no longer wanted me there. Only useful bit of the journey was to call in at Sainsbury's in Hedge End for shopping unavailable in the wilds of Wales, and to Hobbycraft in (Urgh!) Swindon or thereabouts, to buy some picture frames to match the others on the wall, for our gallery of assorted pets. When I informed the lady in Hobbycraft that I can't get such stuff in Wales, she proudly announced that there is a Hobbycraft in Cardiff. Well maybe there is, but "down there" is almost another country, and its around 100 miles away.
One reassuring bit, although 400 miles in one day is a fair old trek, driving my 8 year old Skoda Citigo across everything from muddy country lanes to the M4, was pleasant and efficient. But then, we occasionally use one of them (the other is 10 years and 95k miles old) for blasting across France for 450 miles at close to the autoroute limit, so I should know that, but its nice to be reminded.