I’ve got my “Townie” back at Crawley Down, and it’s been mild tonight.
So I surrepticiously pinched the lamps from Roz’s bike and went exploring.
First stop,the village centre.
It looked good with Christmas lights all around the defunct “Royal Oak” pub.
After a quick snap I kept pedalling.
I toured through the woeful 70’s semis and then took a trip down the track towards Crawley Down Monastery.
I could barely see where I was going.
So I stopped and turned out my light.
A new world came into view.
The route became clear and the woods took on a austere beauty.
One final observation, the drivers here are less circumspect than the old boys poodling around Worthing.