Happy New Year

Its grey, drizzly and I've eaten too much over the past month. To top it off, I've got the worst case of man flu ever recorded... I'm basically dead. Oh well. Got to train for the Silverstone half and get out on the bike.


Jay had the right idea and brushed away the cobwebs early on New Year's Day, in Cornwall:

Pls find attached a cheeky snippet of a high tide, very hung-over Cornish New Years day tickler I scored (only a littlun).... Had ice cream head and booze-throbbing head but a fun shorey.