Sufferfest

Gordy sent me a text last night asking if I'd show him some of the climbs in The Lammermuirs. This captures the moment he realised that had been a bad idea. In fairness this was the top of The Riggs, the worst climb of them all and he was en-route to riding over eighty miles. When we weren't both blowing out of our arses it was great to have a catch up. Andy came along too so it was a nice sociable start to the day.

The rest of the day involved a supermarket sweep, running kids around the county and watching Froome cruise through Paris. Mrs S also shifted a huge amount of furniture on gumtree so the house is looking a bit sparse, all necessary ahead of the move though.