After reading some of the comments on my post called "A lucky escape?", I left work yesterday thinking that I should ride home along the off-road route that I often use in the summer.
This route has a number of benefits - most of it is along a dedicated cycle route that was once a railway track, not a car in sight and it runs through some farm land and woods, so I get to see cows, orchards and, later on, strawberries...
The bad side is that it actually runs to the next town along the coast, not the one I live in, so when I get to the end I have to turn 90 degrees and do another few miles to get home!
As I headed out of town it was the bad side that won me over, so I rode out along the usual road.
I had only gone a mile or so when I heard sirens behind me, and a Police car soon hammered past me, lights flashing.
A couple of hundred yards further and another siren - this time it was an Ambulance, weaving through the traffic on the narrow road. Whatever had happened was clearly worse than the crash last week!
A couple of hundred yards more and I reached a road junction, where a Policewoman was diverting the traffic - nothing was getting past her, so I followed the cars until, guess what? I came to a point where the cycle track crossed the road we were on. Bidding the cars farewell, I headed off along the track, with the distinct feeling that this is where I was supposed to be, and feeling lucky to have the second chance.
Funny how you sometimes need someone to slap you around the head and double underline things before you really take notice!
Tonight there is no debate about which route I take...