The cycling tour

One reason I haven't posted very often this Summer is ownership of a new bike. For an hour each evening I pedal Pither-like the same scenic route uphill, inland and back along the seafront. But I don't escape literature. Not only do I listen along to podcasts from Santa Monica and Stanford, but at the furthest reach I pass the home of Rudyard Kipling (brother of the famous Ronnie Kipling) and then, nearer home, the abode of Terence Rattigan. No sign of Clodagh Rodgers yet.