Tuesday 3rd December: Well, not in too bad a way. I mean I wasn't stranded miles from home or, to be fair, even on the bike or outside in the cold. No, I was in the house, but prepared to go out in the cold and ride the six-mile hill run. Last week I'd only managed one, I didn't go out yesterday (Monday 2nd December) as planned (miles too cold) but today it was a case of both trouser legs tucked into my trousers, no more than a cup of tea to fuel me and I was out there. Padlock undone, balaclava, scarf, jacket, the full outfit, but guess what? As I wheeled the bike out of the dark garage I noticed something. No, not a rear wheel puncture but how about this? It was the front wheel! Rare, yes, but it's happened. It's easy to fix, of course, but I don't have time, it's a work day, but later tonight I'll be out there. So I'm back in the house, it's almost a quarter past seven and that absolute bastard, Dominic Raab, is on the radio lying about the NHS and a trade deal with the USA. Anyway, enough of this.
We ride our trusty bicycles most weekends. This blog charts our adventures and records our thoughts as we ride through the rural lanes of Surrey and Northern Kent – and there's some world travel thrown in too
