Alex Meredith

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On a glorious Autumn Saturday I ventured out into the  countryside on my push-bike. After an hour of peaceful pedaling in the low-lit, leafy lanes, I started gaining on a well turned-out gentleman trotting merrily on a skimming-stone grey mount.  He tipped his cap as we went past.  That, I thought, is a rare treat.  Cyclists get used to beeped horns, revved engines and if we are really lucky a cowardly flick… Read More