In the words of Calvin and Hobbes: The Days Are Just Packed

My word. Less than 24 hours in London? Really? Really.

A Variety Festival in a gorgeous old theatre which has stood the test of time for over 100 years and is having a resurgence? Oh indeedy.

The simple pleasures of a bike loaded up with gubbins to go tromping around with? That too.

Whether it's a day, a week or a month being referred to, it's been absolutely EPIC. Today I found myself chatting with a chap called Bart for the journey between KX and just beyond Doncaster. I learnt something about Pontefract. I was alerted to exactly how many power stations there are in Yorkshire. We traded stories about Bolivia (he didn't get pounced on by a puma. I won by a country mile). We talked bikes and train stations and the route to Aberdeen. And just generally had a bit of a natter.

London was both productive and thought provoking. Movement, albeit not as fast as I'd like, but movement all the same.

And the Variety Festival in Morecambe was outstandingly brilliant. *Outstandingly* so. Good times.