Rhys blinds Amanda with science, but she’s busy looking at the sun. I’m sitting in the passenger seat of the van, watching the rolling hills wake up to the morning sun. The frosty cover from the night before is melting before my eyes, revealing golden heathers and contours and undulations that look so inviting in my current frame of mind. I want to be on the hills, feeling the chill of dawn and hearing the crunch of frozen dirt beneath my tyres. I want to ride my bike somewhere with a low potential peril rating. I want to take my...