The wind was blowing a southwest gale, and a headwind at that as I rode to the shopping centre. Had to drop down a gear from my usual up the rises as the wind was so strong. Ugh; it was a hard slog despite the short distance.
Sugar procured, I headed happily back with a tailwind.
Until I hit the driveway of the train station car park I usually cut through.
There's a bump there, and the sugar went FLYING out of the basket and SPLAT on the driveway. Unrescuable. There was only a cup left in the bag, the rest was on the ground or already being caught and dispersed by the wind. A feast for the ants and local parrots however.
I cursed. There was no way I was turning back as I didn't have the cash or the ATM card, and that horrible headwind wasn't a pleasant thought. I cycled home with my depleted sugar and resorted to getting the car out, I'm ashamed to say. Time was getting on, the oranges were almost ready for the next stage in the process, and I mentally apologised for my carbon footprint.
Anyway Batch Three tastes great - finally.