L'enfer ouest.

I'd been a bit worried of late that I'd not been putting enough miles, and brightly telling people I was going to have a crack at the Dunwich Dynamo was my mouth writing cheques that my body would refuse to cash.

So I went out down the cycle-path this arvo with the intent of beetling to Bitton and back to see how out of puff I got and how loudly my knee would complain. Some roadie came past me out by Mangotsfield, and being an idiot I thought 'Sod that' and fell in behind. Unfortunately his pace was such that I couldn't come round and do my turn at the front, for which I apologise, but I was still feeling good by the time we got to the Steam Railway at Bitton. So I kept going, thinking to stop for a pint at Saltford. And kept going all the way to Bath. And then back, slightly slower but not by much.

Not a bad run out at all.