Cycled, Monday and Tuesday, and today.
For some unbeknownst reason I decided to change my route to another one. That was a mistake.
Up hill, from 60ft above sea level to 100 ft above sea level, down and up and down and up.
But I did get a last "down" which sent me flying at about 40 miles an hour. I was bumping so much I was laughing my head off. The cows were looking at me very weirdly.
It added an extra mile to my trip, covered me in mud, and I fell over twice.
But it was quite a nice way to start the morning.