Imperial age

Today is the first time I have ridden my age in miles, although I've done my metric age (age in kilometres) half a dozen times. I suppose I can call today a milestone.

I followed national cycle route 4 (more or less) to Reading, then route 5 (more or less) to Stoke Row, to see the Maharajah's well. The return journey was through Henley, Marlow, Bourne End and Cookham.

The weather could only be described as variable - when it was good it was very, very good, but when it was bad it was horrid. Well, not really horrid, but cold and windy enough to be unpleasant.