Another 27 miles under pedal power

The car has been fixed (it was the water pump, as I had suspected) so I cycled back to deepest north Suffolk to retrieve it. Just as on a boat, you see far more than when driving. I retraced almost the same route as on Friday, but saw two things which I'd missed before: the memorial to Saint Edmund, with its wrong apostrophe set in stone, in the middle of a field of oilseed rape; and a wartime hospital.


I had to brush past the wet oilseed rape to get to the memorial...


... but it was worth it...


... if only to wince at the apostrophe (ouch!)