Blow West Young Man

I now know that at least 90% of the morning commute is directly west. With a stiff wind blowing in hard from there this morning that's how much of the journey felt was straight into it. I've never had to cycle like that downhill before.

Used the excuse of blipping to stop here before the final leg, to catch breath before climbing up and over the cobbled crest of the Old Stirling Bridge. It seems like I hit it right in the middle of rush hour too.

At least, unlike some, I kept going and didn't turn tail and head back to swap two wheels for four. You know who you are...

Feel like a good old fashioned Friday after this long short week. One of those that spreads on out messily into Saturday morning even.