Prior to rididing the race yesterday, I 'worked' at home, then left early to get a little warm-up ride in. Parked just outside Hampton-in-arden, went up lane to Cornetts End, down to Meriden, then back up lane, stopped and rode in by the sand quarry for a pee, heard a squeak, and there was a massive hawk carrying off a little rabbit, it dropped it, then circled round and perched on top of a telegraph pole. How odd. How odd that we call the poles that carry telephone wires 'telegraph' poles, because they have'nt carried telegraphs since the end of the nineteenth century.