I met a jolly pleasant and considerate cyclist today. Just the one.
I also met a lot of selfish, thoughtless, ignorant gits that think anyone and everyone using a towpath should leap immediately out of their way. They couldn't have had those new fangled brakes fitted because they don't appear to be able to slow down let alone come to a halt. Mooring up today on the York Street visitor moorings at Stourport, wind blowing the boat away from the bank type of day, and I had cyclists weaving around me and the ropes to get past. I couldn't step back to pull the boat into the side because some middle aged tosspot was determined to ride his 'mountain bike' along the path come hell or high water and some silly boater wasn't going to impede him.
I said nothing, but I seethed.
I am beginning to loath the sight of bicycles and I bet I am not alone.