Somebody defrost the Unicorn Hunter

We've got a live one!  Fresh from the Associated Press, it's a mutant roe deer in Italy with a single horn (not too uncommon) but the horn's in the centre of its head (which is apparently pretty damn rare).

The 1-year-old Roe Deer — nicknamed "Unicorn" — was born in captivity in the research center's park in the Tuscan town of Prato, near Florence, Tozzi [director of the Center of Natural Sciences in Prato] said.

He is believed to have been born with a genetic flaw; his twin has two horns.

I wonder how many Italian hunters are looking at that pointy head and wondering, "When does mutant season open?"

Never knowingly under-equipped

I'm on hodilay and off on a Bicycle Epic this weekend.  First, a little camping in Surrey, then the Exmouth Exodus. 

The camping's an excuse to roll out my apocalypse Bug-Out Bag and see if it's up to snuff.  It is, for sure, up to snuff - well over snuff, I fear, so much that with the tent and bits it all ends up in the trailer.  There's a BOB in my Bob, bub.  The ride will be forty or so miles each way, with zombie-apocalypse themed amusements overnight.  Memo to self, next time find an archery-friendly campsite and bring the twanging sticks.

Then up to Bristol by train for the Exodus, a 100-mile overnight ride.  First of the season.  Luckily I get to dump the trailer in the tea-van before the off, but even so, I've learned from experience that these overnight centuries are not to be taken lightly: disrespect them and they spank you; respect them and they're fun.

180 miles in 48 hours, half heavily loaded, half overnight.  Call it a round two hundred with station-shuttling.  It's daunting, in a good way.  I'm just glad I just bought some chamois cream.