It’s Sunday!

You can lose track of the day of the week when you are on an Epic Journey.

But if you are cycling through the countryside, there is an easy clue in the sorts of people you see.

If you only see the elderly and infirm, the terminally bewildered and many many mums with small children, it is a weekday.

If you suddenly see well-nourished people aged 20-50 in various groups doing athletic outdoor pursuits, it is Saturday.

If the world looks like it has been hit by a neutron bomb and all the population has disappeared and every shop has ceased trading, it is Sunday morning.  And then gradually as you cycle on, people get out in their cars, take elderly relatives out to ice-cream cafes, come out for exercise after Sunday lunch, and restaurants open up by rivers… sadly just after we had despaired of ever finding an open cafe and had lunch of a dispiriting cereal bar in a litter-strewn picnic area.

It is a funny feeling, cycling through someone else’s day.