I've bored at length about hom much I enjoy my bike ride to work. Admiring the countryside and swerving to avoid the squishy roadkill. How unlucky has a rabbit got to be to get run down on a road that sees about one car every 7 years?
So here I am, pedalling along through a section of the ride I call 'bluebell wood' owing to the fact that the ground is carpetted with bluebells in the spring. Birds are twittering away. Sunlight is coming down in bright shafts of light through the tree-cover.
And some bugger has decided to dump a bunch of kitchen appliances by the side of the road.
I just don't understand.
