Three wheels better ...

Before the storm hit I'd promised myself that, whatever the mayhem, I wouldn't post a picture of a fallen tree for today's blip ...

There were trees down in the city but we got off fairly lightly in the end. In fact, cycling into work a little later than usual, with the wind easing down and the sun appearing, it was actually a radiant morning. My bike is a beast - a 35-year-old road bike made of rifle steel and sufficiently heavy not to wobble in a bit of crosswind. And then the unexpected sight of an adult tricyclist in Preston Park; I found her apparent unselfconsciousness (in stark contrast to the endemic exhibitionism of Brighton life) rather touching and refreshing.