One of the benefits of getting up at stupid o’clock — my alarm woke me at 3.45am — is the light. It’s often glorious.

On the road by 4.30am my first photocall was the Dutch-quality cyclist and pedestrian bridge over the widened, motorway-style A14 at Cambridge services. (There’s a similar bridge a few miles south at Bar Hill.)

I was eager to get to Cambridge swiftly so didn’t take a tripod shot of myself crossing the bridge (and I’d taken drone shots at sunset last night) but got some grab shots of the towers and suspension cables as I rode through a little before sunrise.

I took the road that parallels the A14, which follows the Roman road from Godmanchester to Cambridge. The bridge(s) and widened A14 date to 2020 as does a very wide, butter-smooth adjacent cycleway.

Interpretation boards beside the road explain the expansive archeological works that took place ahead of the the widening scheme.

It didn’t take long to get to Cambridge. From the station I set off on a book loop