My first ride onna bike with proper big wheels (as opposed to The Brommie) in almost a year.
Christ! I'm unfit!
Rode into the West End:
Crossed the river using Blackfriars Bridge,
Crossed back on Westminster Bridge,
Crossed again on London Bridge,
And finally back to the good side of London over Tower Bridge.
What a surreal experience.
Other than busses, and cyclists (entire families cycling together) it's a ghost town.
I've never seen anything like it - not even on Barry's Xmas Day rides.
The good news?
Ceanothus Victoria my favourite spring shrub, is impressively out in force.
The not so good news?
The skanky stuff which comes off London Plane trees, and gets in your eyes and throat is doing likewise.
Added bonus was bumping into Jane (OTP) and engaging in a ~20minute socially distanced natter.
ETA - Sunburn to head has been achieved.