It started with doing an errand to Chorley. The strong headwind whilst returning obliged him to take shelter behind a tramcar. Then he comes across a clubmate and time stands still. One has a vision of Bolton filled late at night with cyclists scurrying hither and thither on their many errands.
Charlie Chadwick
Cyclist, Writer, Artist, Photographer
This link is, I think, missing from the above.
Incidentally, a couple of earlier posts (this one and this one) had the respective links transposed, so the introduction didn’t match the linked diary entry.
John