Perhaps it was Covid, perhaps it was just a cold, but Thursday and Friday, through to Saturday were a bit of a snotty, tired struggle. I got out for some sea air on the A'ha, traversing tourists to at least get some miles in after work on Thursday. Round the back of Marazion looking to our second home:
After resting up a bit, and a thoroughly good walk on Sunday, yesterdays morning ride was a peach. Many tourists had left, the roads were quiet and the weather was spot on: blue skies, high cloud and sunshine, crisp 6, rising to 8 with a slight SSE wind. Down in Lamorna is was chilly as ever, but the climb out to Paul was brill, the lungs full of fresh air.