It's funny how your training diary becomes part of the annual cycle of life.
I had planned to end my post-Halvvattern rest from cycling with a ride at the weekend but after a run and a swim in the week and then a 12 mile hilly run on saturday I was in no fit state.
I always associate my early mornings in the summer for long rides down the A24 to the coast with dodging the jam pots in the morning and sitting in a kitchen sweet with the smell of freshly made jam.
It just so happened that Mrs Optician editor has been along to the allotment and picked mass of strawberries so while the jam was made the ride never happened.
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