Stopping to admire a view during the Bigtown Cycle Campaign ride this afternoon, I mused that we too have a nice view from our house – and that as someone who rides a bike for transport, I take the time to appreciate it because I have earned every metre of elevation. In fact, I added, it was worse than that because the final road to our house drops down before the final hard climb.
‘You’ve chosen the worst possible place to live, as a cyclist,’ someone pointed out, who has visited ‘Wherever you go, its always uphill home.’
All of which is undoubtedly true. And yet, how could I now live anywhere where this wasn’t my road home?
It’s sometimes worth reminding myself just how fortunate we are to have stumbled upon this corner of the world and made it our home