Letter: In brief

Sir: As a club cyclist in the 1960s in Hampshire I was accustomed to attacks of "the bonk" (letter, 18 August) towards the end of a strenuous 80-mile run. The cure was always the same. Stop at the nearest cafe and enjoy several slices of bread pudding and a pot of tea. It never failed to work.

GERARD BROOKES

Chagford,

Devon