It's days like today that are a measure of Steve. It's one of the shittiest days imaginable to be out on a bike, short of sleet and hail - for all I know he might be suffering them as well. It's typical bloody January here - windy, not desperately cold, but not warm, and raining. It has hardly got properly light all day - there was some pink in the sky when I got out of bed at 8 this morning for my pre-breakfast potter, but it didn't last long.
He's one hard bastard.