Black dog* wouldn't let me go out for days, but this evening I managed to break free for a bit for another attempt at W6R3. Part of the reason was so I could review my Freya! Anyway, listened to some radio comedy, only had to stop for two road crossings, and found some lovely FLAT residential roads, where the grass verges had been cut, so smelled glorious. Plenty of stretches after.
*metaphorical. I have a real black cat, he's less of a problem.