Where are the ducks?

This simply involved chugging up the A1 for 25 miles or so, after filling up in Hitchin. I was perfectly happy, in the sunshine, mellow and biking. Great feeling. I got to Chawston, where I was supposed to turn off, and headed off to where Ducks Cross should have been. But it wasn't. I ended up riding round a large number of country lanes, doing dodgy u-turns, and getting through Ravensden - before giving up and returning to the Raven's den!

I saw lots of interesting things: not least, a sign asking for any witnesses to events around a murder in February, and a lurking police car. It is hard to imagine that murder would strike such a rural, pleasant place, but I guess nowhere is exempt. There was barely any traffic and I enjoyed myself quite thoroughly.

I even saw some ducks, but none of them were cross ;-)

Eventually - knowing that I was way off course - I stopped and checked the map, and worked my way back. I still thought I'd been in the right place, but couldn't quite figure it out. But it was getting late, and I decided that I wanted to go home. I could come back another day, and it would make an interesting story. And here, gentle reader, it is.

I got home a little before the rush hour began, with another full tank. When I checked the map again, I realised that I must have ridden through Ducks Cross at least twice - but it certainly wasn't signposted. I wondered what happened to it. I was to find out a month later.