I think that Friday was the worst day of my life.

When I got up at 7:30 is was drizzling. I said good by to Uncle Roy, Roger and Susan then had a bath. I left at about 9:30 & it was raining harder, so I put on my cape. I went through Upminster to Brentwood (perhaps you can find these places on the map) where I got scared half to death & almost hit by a car on one of those damn roundabouts. Then through Billericay (lovely name) & up to Chelmsford where I ate most of my lunch. Still raining! The across to Maldon & up through Tiptree to Colchester... 60 miles in the rain. Just as I was arriving in Colchester, there was a sudden clank & I stopped to see what had happened. The front wheel had gone wonky. I must have fiddled with the dumb thing for half an hour in the rain, but I couldn't find what was wrong. So I walked it all the way across town to the youth hostel, getting lost twice in the process. By the time I arrived, of course I was too late for supper and I just finished what I had left from lunch. When I took apart the front wheel, I found that I had broken the axle.