Excuse the moany git routine, but a couple of week after my hols in France where I would go for a nice ride on smooth, quiet roads before picking up some croissants for breakfast, I got back on the bike for an early morning ride to the station taking the scenic route. Firstly, not being in tune with things after being away, it was darker than I'd envisaged when I set out (not long after 6) and I had to cut short my longer summer route (one section into the countryside is not much fun in the dark), then my computer packed up for some reason still to be determined, my knee started aching (another story/thread), then on the short, direct route home it was dark again, tipping it down, my knee ached some more, and I got soaked through negotiating Ashford's ring road and it's resident boy racers (it sometimes amazes me that they manage to not to hit me!) All in all depressingly back down to earth; god knows how I'll feel when it's really dark and cold!