What a fine day out!
Many times, I realise how lucky I am. Today was another one of those magnificent feeling days. It was cold but sunny, windy but glorious.
I cycled up Littondale, had a remarkably speedy ascent up Brutes Lane (tailwind, I reckon) and then felt fully wasted on the second half as I hit a not insignificant headwind. Lucky I'd stopped for a baked potato in Airton; I'd questioned whether it was actually needed.
By 'eck it was.
As was the curry later on with Liz.