Harold Chapman once more attended the annual “Tweed Run” which is a doodle through London clad in tweed by around 700 cyclists on a variety of velocipedes, ancient and modern. Wielding the pen for the Arb, he coaxed the wife and child along for the 18 odd mile round trip including tea in St Pancras cemetery, the oldest in London, a picnic lunch on the lawn in front of the Imperial War Museum, and a knees up and prize giving at Spa Fields in Clerkenwell. The sheer indolence of being passengered finished Daisy off and she fell asleep in her sidecar with a few miles to go. Oh, and they managed to come runners up – as a family – in the “Best Dressed”category. Article to follow shortly.