Today we have the mystery of 'the missing pair of socks'. I have looked up and down but I can't find my missing second pair of spotty socks.

I am sure, as can be, that when I was sorting my washing last night I thought I would wash one pair of them, as I hadn't worn the other.

Fine, but where the hell are they now??

Maybe they got stolen by someone in the middle of the night whose has a sock fettish? That seems the mostly likely occurence.

I did about 30km of fine riding on great tracks through the pine forest. Went on for ever.

Wasted an hour trying to find a particular scruffy looking campsite called Moreaux. Had to give up in the end and move on. Supposed to have been a little island of calm and once owned by a doctor. Mystery.