T’was ace.
Set off at 3am from Kent, got up there, froze, rode race, felt shite (had treatment yesterday), jumped in van and drove back to Kent to get back for 5pm. Bit gutted about my performance, but under the circumstances it’ll have to do.
Loved the brass band, loved Ton shouting encouragement, love the course. Top work gentlemen, it was great.
Currently incapacitated, and listening to wife murmuring about whether it was ‘worth it’ continuously…