Good job they were!

Waterproof that is, because guess which idiot left his waterproof trousers in the Brompton bag at home? Me! By the time I had cycled to my parents for Sunday lunch I was, from the middle down, drenched. Wet jeans are never pleasant and I don't think I've ever experienced wetter jeans! Stuff in the panniers was fine.

In an ironic twist to travelling sustainably to my parents I borrowed mum's car to drive home and get changed into dry clothes.

It was all more than worth it though for one of mum's lovely roast dinners.