I saw my first cycle-tourist of the year here in East Yorkshire the other day. It was cold. I had had to defrost the Jag windscreen, but, just like cuckoos, he appeared by welcome surprise; there he was pedalling along the footpath in Bridlington, totally ignoring the roadside marked cycleway. He didn’t seem particularly well-organised: the bike had those all in one cheap pannier sets, a huge tent held on with luggage elastics and he had polythene bags hanging from the handlebars, possibly containing “The Big Issue”. All credit to the guy he was doing the business and clearly heading North. Perhaps he was a dutchman doing the North Sea Cycle route. He certainly set my imagination running and made me feel guilty that I wasn’t doing the same.