Yesterday ended with longest whoosh downhill ever. Not even any flat, all down like a bomb. A good thing as I couldn’t have climbed another inch, the top of that col in the snow was a Tensing-Hillary moment apart from knowing who came first. I did beat an old camper van to the top, it was parked at the time but I was going faster.
So today was more climbing than I thought but worth it for the campsite cafe. I’m trying to keep the three things even but maybe it’s all really about the food. Promise a food picture free day soon. Possibly.