Summer? Hah! Thick fog, lashing rain, howling headwind. Two near misses, both classics - one overtake and turn right in front (we ride on the left over here) and one overtake, park and then open the car door into me. Are these people capable of thought or did the car keys come with a lobotomy?

Still, by the time I'd got off the roads and onto the cycle track it was kinda nice just pootling away in a granny gear staring into the murk - a zen experience.