We were knackered (read: Jack was knackered). We (Jack) didn't want to cycle any more. The hills had proved a tough challenge (for Jack), made worse by cycling only on a diet of cheese and meals from Indian restaurants in the Southampton region. We (both) just wanted cheese, and we were on course to miss our next appointment by at least two hours.
Our initial summer holiday plan was to barge up the Norfolk Broads, but our middle-aged travel aspirations were not matched by a middle-aged disposable income. So we decided to do the next most obvious option: we would hire bikes, and hunt down locally produced British cheese.