Description

Three rather well-heeled looking people on horseback filled the track. As I approached, rattling along on the rough surface, their demeanour indicated that they were no threat to my progress, but rather curious about a lone person on a cycle on such a rough track and in such a remote spot. In such circumstances my usual ploy is to give the appearance of having every right to be where I was, treating other people with respect but strictly as equals. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and then the good-natured interrogation began. “Where was I going; where had I come from; how long had it taken me; where had I been staying; what was the round brass thing attached to my crossbar?"