It seems to be the season for punctures. On Saturday I was cycling into town when I spotted a cyclist standing disconsolately by the road, staring at his back wheel. So I stopped and fixed his puncture for him.

Then on Sunday I went out with the touring group of the Cambridge Cycling Club. We were supposed to be going to Grafham Water, but we had two punctures, so we ran out of time and had to come back. And then we had another two punctures on the way back.

Couldn’t have happened on a nicer day, though.