Nice story in the Telegraph today about a four-year-old boy who sparked a major police search when he went missing from his Suffolk home. Cole Honeywood - cool name, cool little guy - turned up eventually, and of course he hadn't been abducted or anything. He'd just decided to go for a five-mile bike ride.
Now, I'm not belittling the anguish of his mum. It must be an awful feeling. But I can't help admiring Master Honeywood's sense of adventure. Cole, mate, you're a bike touring natural. We salute you as we promote you to the rank of Real Cyclist.
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