When I went to bed last night, I was wondering if that hideous day into the headwind would mean that Exeter was unachievable (I'd have been in a Travelodge waaaaay before then).
Imagine my surprise, nay admiration, not only that he kept going all the way to Exeter but was also back on the road (hour lost) before I got back out of bed this morning.
My unworthiness cannot be overstated.
GO STEVE!!