Thanks to everyone who said nice things. Today i’m more circumspect; I did my best and came 34th. I’d like to have done better but it didn’t happen on the day. It’s been a really good season and i’ve particularly enjoyed the hill climbs, especially those I rode fixed. I may lower my expectations next year. Maybe that’s the key; harness the power of diminishing returns, embrace the dying of the light and that way you end up perennially satisfied. Riding the National is a success in itself.
It’s been great to ride with the other westcountry hill climbers over the past 6 weeks; Charles Coleman, Ben Davies, Glyn Griffiths, Marc Allen, the usual suspects. They are all really friendly people and it probably stems from the shared solidarity of mutual suffering. With the much bigger fields the sport seems to having a bit of a renaissance.
I’m currently drinking trappist rochefort beer and eating chocolate cake made by Belle.
Here are some photos: