The roads from Sado – Day 10
As I was passing through the outskirts of Numata City, Mrs M called to ask if I wanted her to come and pick me up.‘I’ve got to work tomorrow,’ she said, ‘but I could drive to Nikko today and we could put your bicycle in the back of the car.’I have to say that for a moment or two I was tempted by the offer, but male pride can be a powerful thing. If I accepted, I would officially have…