If it's anything like down in Surrey, this is a great little window of high pressure weather for mucking about on a bike. Blue skies, still trees and clear views. There are some days when I envy Steve, as I sit down to a day of office grind. This would be one of them, if it were not for the fact that I'd be on a treadmill that kept me cycling a very very long way and would return to bed after 15 hours feeling like someone had taken to my body with a mallet.