
November 16th – A particularly hard ride home, and I’ve no idea why – I was just tired, I guess. The Black Cock Bridge was a tough too – and taking a breather at the top, I realised that this was the first time this year I’d commuted in both directions in darkness.
Still, it’s little more than a month until the darkness stops closing in and begins to retreat for another year.
Just where has this year gone?