At home I remember the cyclists, one of them in their eighties, who I met on a very windy Saturday morningriding around a twenty mile course in New Longton to help people living in the developing world overcome their water shortage.
Early each morning, he exercised by riding out along the bridle paths of Weequahic Park, accompanied until her death from cancer in 1936 by his wife, the heiress to Newark's wealthiest jewelry manufacturer.