monday morning ride
Epic ride out of brighton this morning, chasing up through the pea soup over the beacon and fast, greasy floating down the downs out of the clouds. Sheets of rain, not a soul to be seen. Flint churches holding generations of worship. The cows huddling under the ash trees. Regular breathing, flick of the finger shifting down and the spray of my tyres. No cars til the A272. rest at the railway...
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One of four days in Croydon at IPC working for Cycling Weekly / MBR / Cycling Active & Cycle Sport