An elderly cyclist writes…

Yesterday morning, whilst on my way to the start point in Lewisham for an all-day social ride around the North Downs of Kent, a local teenager commended me for cycling.

“I don’t know how old you are,” exclaimed the well-meaning chap, who was sitting on a park bench, feeding stale bread to pigeons, “…but it’s good for elderly people to get on their bikes.” It saves on the healthcare bill, you see, but oh how my arthritic right knee doth suffer on the hills!

I am a month and a bit shy of 49 years of age.