Somehow the YH cook was a sausage short and somehow I ended up being the person with only one sausage. bit unfair I thought, though I manged to negotiate half a sausage from one of my fellow cycling hostellers.
After a good night's sleep I still felt incapable of riding a bike vey far, so at 9.30 I set off on a long walk, with the intent to knacker out a completely different set of muscles. I succeeded.
Set off through the woods behind the youth hostel - heading for the estuary:
An enormous black cloud arrived as I approached Cliff.
This is about when the rainstorm arrived:
I sheltered, with two anglers, under an enormous oak tree while the rain passed overhead. I could hear the distant rumble of thunder. But it had passed in a few minutes, and I carried on with my walk.
When I reached the main road into Aldeburgh, no footpath of course, I struggled along the verges while avoiding the speeding traffic, past a golf course, some big houses, I quickly realised that i wasn't going to be able to walk back to Blaxhall and wondered about getting a taxi back. then noticed a bus stop - but buses stopped at 3pm!! Hardly a comprehensive bus service is it? Decided that getting a bus was going to be plan A but it didn;t give me much time in Aldeburgh, though I could always come back on the bike in the next day or two.
Once on the bus, the rain finally arrived, unrelenting, only stopping as I ran from the bus stop to the youth hostel in Blaxhall.