Loved it while I was heading north. Farkin hated it while going east. I never realised the M4, M7, and M2 are all basically uphill travelling east. Combine that with a stiff easterly and the fact I'd blown myself out getting across the mountains as quick as possible after my 2 hour pucture repair session (as well as chasing another cyclist who'd probably just started and was fresh up the M4. Competitive spirit was still alive and well at that point ), and I had a pretty miserable time of it. You can just see so far ahead on them, that when crawling along at 20 it takes you years to get anywhere.

So when I got to the ladies house I was testy, she was testy (from me being late and she thought the whole ride was a stupid thing to do), so I'm still trying to fix things.