It looks, and feels, a whole lot more comfortable than when I set out at Easter.
Cycling into London from the English South-East, I have to say, came close to prompting a forgiveness of Belgium after all.
It was grim. Dirty, appallingly-signposted cycle tracks, ending in dead ends and glass-strewn back alleys. Unlovely in the extreme, and enough to put even the most dedicated continental cyclist off continuing a trip into deeper England.
I guess I really have been spoiled by Germany and The Netherlands, and even by France. And am look forward to going back to all those places, with tandem and Sue, soon – indeed, the Loire in August.
Indeed, both a blogging and cycling addict.