I must have misread the map, because the road to Pilton turned out to be a rutted bridleway. No chance of riding the road bike down there, I thought

I’d worked hard to fund the ride home. Never before while on the road had I felt suf­fi­ciently flush as to splash out on a fresh deli­cious pizza, or a mouth-wateringly fla­vour­some ice-cream, or a expertly-prepared cap­pu­cino on an almost-daily basis!