While fellow Belgians were ripping up their local cross leagues, this intrepid (some may say lightweight) Belgian continued the long and winding road towards the Classics season with a sojourn around what might optimistically be referred to as the Flandrian back roads of Suffolk.
These rides take place on quiet back roads and farm tracks, fresh with the detritus of autumnal North Sea gales and field wash. What I did not expect was to be stopped in my tracks by what appeared to be the harvesting of Kassein. Babies heads. It couldn't be.
Thinking that maybe lack of fluids had brought on temporary psychosis, I took advantage of my enforced rest to rehydrate and take stock. After a couple of minutes, and after pictured vehicle had chugged it's way off along Waldringfield Road, a ruddy faced farmer cheerfully explained that Suffolk was not, in fact, supplying Les Amis de Paris-Roubaix but a British Sugar factory up the road in Bury St Edmunds. Which was nice.