If April showed us a flirtatious glimpse of summer then May has so far dashed our hopes with a blast of chill and showers. This morning at least is fairly mild and I’m starting to consider even taking off my gilet as I ride northwards on the route to Raddon. Those hopes are dashed as the road kicks up through Efford and the rain starts to whip in hard from the west. A pheasant perched atop a gate laughs at me as I grimace in the deluge. Rain drops from the peak of my casquette. The route turns sharp right at West Raddon and with the wind at my back I tell myself not to get carried away on the climb. I stay in the saddle and still post my third ever fastest time. The grimace has turned to a grin.
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