At least bikes are not affected by Eyjafjallajökull...

Everything has seemingly ground to a halt. By something we cannot see, hear, taste or feel. Courtesy of the erupting Eyjafjallajökull volcano in Iceland. Apparently there is enough ash in the air that it poses a danger to aircraft, but it certainly can't be seen with the naked eye from where I am standing in the garden. All planes and choppers are out of the sky, stopping passenger transport but also mail and food and other perishables and creating travel chaos for thousands. It does make for clear skies though, and it is lovely and peaceful here in Delft. No silver birds heading to the nearby Rotterdam and Schiphol airports, and no trails anywhere. The sky is indeed so clear that the sun can easily burn through giving us lovely shorts and t-shirts days. But I still have no bike...and it is actually really getting to me. It's like I have been forced to go cold turkey and am suffering withdrawal effects. Rather enviously I look at the zillions of bikes that are around everywhere here in Holland. I resolve to do some serious training as soon as I am back in London. 100 miles. Every day. Maybe. Definitely.