Note to self, must learn the words of Jerusalem
And did those
feet wheels in ancient time
Walk Ride upon England's mountains green:
And was the holy
Lamb SRAM of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen!
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green & pleasant Land
(I reckon there'll be a cycling version completed before the end of the London100. Rumour has it that Billy Blake rode from London to Felpham one Friday night under a full moon.)