...to the kind person who, seeing my bike lock presumably lying somewhere near here, locked it round this bike stand outside Haarts on Thursday. In my haste to get going I must have thought I'd locked it back onto the crossbar but actually dropped it, or it soon fell off.
Later that day I returned to town for another appointment, and traced my journey very slowly on foot, without looking in the obvious place.
By the way, the bike shown is not mine. The yellow arrow marks the lock beneath, and now in my garage.
What an exciting life I lead.