Today I do a drive and ride. I’ve always been a bit sniffy of people who do this, but I realise if I am to try some different roads this is the only way. Yelverton is my base and I emerge into a biting wind. I’m glad of the gilet and arm warmers as I head on down past the Garden House. From here it is uncharted territory, at least until Tavistock from where I plan to head up over to Princetown and then back down to the car. A sign on the road says ‘unsuitable for mother vehicles’ but I’ve seen that kind of thing before and it usually doesn’t mean much. In fact the road surface is not so bad. It’s the gradient that’s worrying - a precipitous drop through an admittedly pretty wooded valley. The worry is of course that what goes down… Indeed, as I ride across a picture perfect bridge at the base of the valley, a sign proudly advises of a 20% gradient ahead. Another rider, a girl I saw when I parked up the car, is already walking her bicycle around the bend. Thankfully my legs are up to the challenge though, and for once I feel like I’m not about to burst open like a ripe tomato.