And a partridge in a grass field...

Feeling a bit ropey today so (very unenthusiastically) decided the 2 hours-each-way drive to the cyclocross at Irvine probably wasn't the best of ideas. Pity, looks like some great racing, and it's two weeks before the Scottish champs, so a little bit of camera practice would have done me some good.

Ah well, in other cycling news got my old bottom bracket out, and new one in, so back commuting on the bike tomorrow (which may seem odd given I've been nae well, but the bike gets the endorphins going which have so much more effect than a lemsip). Only drawback is it's Monday.