“I used to be fit.” The old timer said as he looked down sadly at his old bike. “I could ride up to the lake district, round Windermere and back home in a day. Now look at me, my knees are wrecked, my back aches and my balance makes me wobble all over the place.”
“You need to keep cycling though, I said, I know it’s tough, but if you stop now you will probably stop for good.”
“I’ll ride to Scotland and back he said, no doubt it will take some time.”
“But you don’t know the way. Why not try cycling on canal towpaths?” I suggested.
That was two weeks ago. I haven’t seen him since. Though I did get a post card from John o’Groats saying “in Scotland, can’t find the canal!”