Harebells on the cycle home.

Up early and decide to cycle in for a swim and shop, rather than taking the bus, as the bike's been neglected since my holidays started... wallet fell out of my (not zipped-up) bag just before heading down the hill to the village, said the good soul that found and returned it to me that evening, (via phone guidance from my older brother). Only found it was missing after cycling the ten miles to the pool – no swim, and no shopping, and had returned home scanning the route in for signs of it.