For one Saturday afternoon run, this day has almost everything. A very old rusting bicycle provides a history lesson of sorts, followed by an impromptu football match, Charlie’s team losing handsomely.  Then a long ramble at dusk, a singsong at the teaplace and later a chance to play the role of a chivalrous knight with a troublesome lady cyclist’s bike.  Getting home very late at night in February is not something cyclists do these days – or ever did  ?