So, aware that I should be making an effort to do some cross training (other than just walking ), I took the excuse of a dentist's appointment to cycle into town.
All was well on the trip down (and at the dentist, I am pleased to say ). Not so good, the journey home! To avoid some of the worst of the traffic racing up to the lights, I opted for a route through the park. Half way through, on a tight-ish turn, I clearly wasn't paying enough attention to where I was steering and managed to steer my front wheel into a rut of mud the wrong side of the kerb...
The front wheel obligingly slipped out from under me and I went down in the mud and leaf mold. No harm done to me this time (thankfully - the tendons in one hand are still sore from my last spill earlier in the year) but the bike needed some brute force attention! People very generously came to see if I needed aid (no - just needed the ground to open more fully understand me so I could disappear from sight!).
So much for low impact cross training...