• Getting out of Bristol was a challenge again, seriously fucked traffic but the valley beyond in this weather are just gorgeous. Had a moment in them, when I just thought 'peace' to myself, and had something swell up in me. For once it wasn't indigestion but a feeling of unfettered joy so potent a tear may or may not have slipped out. Now at my desk with two days to hit a massive sales target having rinsed all my clients.

    Still at least there are trees:

    Yesterday on the way back through Long Ashton there was a chap on a road bike who had colour co-ordinated his tyres, shoes, shorts and helmet in a lovely lime green. I was catching him comfortably until some roadworks, where upon he decided to up his pace, I assume in an effort to drop my fat arse. I was perfectly happy since there was a headwind so I just sat in his wheel, finally getting past him on a descent, where upon he geared up and came past me again, so I just wheel sucked again. I think he was surprised when I wished him a good evening. Bristol cyclists don't have much chat.

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