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He has an impressive collection of bicycling paraphernalia, but he doesn't ride very often anymore.

He also marvels at a hoard of holy relics, begrieving the lack of care shown by their new keepers. Near Namur on the Meuse he describes a hermits' lodge carved in stone with the internal movable contrivance representing the Passion.

The cane was undoubtedly of foreign make, for it had a solid silver ferrule at one end, which was not English hall–marked.