Well the views weren't great, but no rain for the whole weekend, miracles do happen! The fog was pretty bad on Saturday, but that meant I didn't bother going up into the hills - mainly for fear of getting totally lost. So the whole weekend was on the flat, which was nice. I was not impressed with the clocks going forward, when I got up on Sunday morning the time showing on the cooker was still at at 4.30am, needless to say I was rather grumpy for the first hour in the saddle. It was also a weekend for wildlife; scared a flock of runaway sheep in the middle of the road, got chased by a moody looking dog and nearly ran over a fully fledged peacock... they dont move very fast, even with bikes bearing down on them at 20mph. He just gave me a unimpressed look and sauntered off as I carreered towards a nearby hedge. I quickly made my feeling clear with a few choice words.

The training is going well, still can't imagine doing this for 10 days in a row...