Snatching underwear? How sorely I have been tempted! One fine day I was riding the Mary Towneley Loop and the route went past a row of weavers' cottages. Standing in the doorway enjoying the sunshine (and the sight of several fit blokes in lycra I expect) was the tastiest brunette I had clapped eyes on for a long time and hanging on the washing line at head level was.... a row of her frilly bras and knickers in primrose yellow, fluttering in the gentle summer breeze like daffodils. I was tempted, God I was tempted....