Lost and Found

Out for a ride, going well, first stop after 30k. I reach for my energy bar in my saddlebag. Where is my saddlebag? It must have fallen off my bike during the ride, it has my phone in it. Aaaaaarrrrrgh! I have to abandon the ride, turn round and retrace my steps looking for the bag. I pass all the places I thought it might have shaken off, the hassle of phone-cancel etc etc running through my mind; no bag. I get home and find that neighbour Sandra had found it on the Moor a few hundred metres from home, worked out it was mine and brought it back for me; good neighbours should never be taken for granted. I was grateful.

The photo is of some unusual guttering in Greensboro NC