Stumbling from a warm bed, to unfreeze the shed locks in a cup of hot water.6 mile climb, wrapped in cotton wool, rising from the clinging fog, like a diver from the deep, on the last 100m to the Ridgeway.Gazing over the Vale of White Horse, a vast expanse of white seascape, a band of vermillion blue shading to russet pink delimiting the horizon - Epiphany...Plunging back down Ashbury, legs pumping at 170rpm, a film of ice forming across the shades - Mummmmmmmmmy!One "like the hat" through Sevenhampton.Slumping against the rad, cup of tea in hand.Anyway, can't spend all day chatting to you lot, got work to do ;)
