I managed to lose my Julian Barnes' The Man in the Red Coat at Safeway when doing the shopping last night. I took it out of my pannier to get the shopping in and left it on a wall. This morning we went back - just the plastic bag it was in was still there. I hope whoever took it reads it, it is an expensive hardback to buy new, though I bought it for $2 from the library sale and intended to donate it before flying, and it is well worth reading. So this loss doesn't matter - it is too physically heavy to go on the plane home and it is in the local library system in Pembrokeshire. So I am now reading News by Alain de Botton, $1 in the Bainbridge library sale. It is a great library and makes me feel ashamed of Pembrokeshire's current desire to cut our library services... isn't literacy vital? As vital as social services I'd say. We continued on to Bainbridge's southern tip, a road bordered by houses, with the usual view to other wooded islands. A seal was swimming offshore. From there a bike path goes past yet more redundant (redundant at point of building I think) concrete, defending 19th century Puget Sound (there are Naval Docks at nearby Bremerton) from... well, surely not us so I can only think Japan or perhaps Russia. The guns were never fired in anger on this location but I think they were removed and sent off to WW1. There's a nice park there now. Then through Lynwood Center back to Bainbridge Town - stopping yet again at the library where the flag was at half mast (9/11 anniversary) and we met Fletch, a Brit living in Bainbridge some of the year. He had a Bike Friday folder which has been used for some impressive touring - up the Rhine and then to the Med... and planning to do the west coast of the USA. On a small wheeled folding bicycle this is impressive. He is a cyclist of very much a like mind - he described cycling on the hard shoulder as cycling amongst the broken glass and dirt - indeed it is, but that's where the busy American driver generally thinks you should be. We are still here.