I was riding in a long steady line of cyclists out from a bike shop in Johannesburg early one Sunday when we rode past a lion sanctuary. The first thing I noticed was the stink of rotting meat. Then one of the lions, just a few feet from the road behind a high fence let out a roar - the effect on the line of cyclists was comical; it wavered like a snake as about thirty cyclists looked over their right shoulders in surprise. I wouldn't expect that in Lancashire!