Ouch. GWS, Paul.
Whizz, went the little Brompton wheels 71,064 times to get to a none too sunny Brighton. A mercifully warm (too warm for what I was wearing) evening with the usual suspects. Thank you all for the fine company.
But that's the last time I attempt Brighton on a Brommie - I found that particularly tough, but it was Hobson's choice, with no road bike, and the slightly faster commute machine with a dodgy tyre I didn't want to risk.
Oh, and look out at Christmas time, Simon - I think Susie is going to want a telescope after seeing Mars setting in the western sky over Turners Hill.