Exhilerating to ride through London from Euston to Tower Hamlets at ten o’clock at night. Got to our flat, called the manager to let us in and then found out the flats have really good secure bike parking (no need to try sneaking the bikes in).
Not unexpectedly after nearly six weeks of living within arms reach of each other, the next day we went out different ways to explore London. John and Christine one way, me another but we all seemed to go to much the same places.
On the second day I rode forty odd kilometres to Lynedale at Longcross near Chertsey in Surrey to look up my English friends. Sadly, the ladies in The Old Post Office Cafe over the road informed me that they had sold Lynedale to the sheik next door and moved to somewhere in Guileford just after the covid epidemic. Alas! Too late.
The third day was find some bike boxes where after a few false starts at ‘bike shops’ that turned out to be electric delivery bike repair shops one kind knowledgable owner directed me to the Hackney Bicycle Shop who said to help myself from the pile of bike boxes out the back.
Then it was packing tape, marking pens and fussing to get everything in airline luggage state.
