I got back about three quarter of an hour ago, rode 54 miles, this brings me to 4911 miles, 89 miles shy of 5000 miles for the year. Definitely not the nicest ride I've done, I'm not sure if rule 9 applies and I'm a badass, or I'm just a silly old sod for riding in those conditions. Cold and foggy most of the way down, I came out of the cafe and conditions had got worse, thick fog and drizzle, fortunately by the time I got to Sawbridge it had cleared up and the rest of the way home it was just cold and grey. Riding across Grandborough fields on the way out I spotted a bird of prey sitting in the top of the hedge, and it just sat there and watched me cycle past, riding back up the same lane on the way back it flew low over my head and settled on the top of the telegraph pole at the side of the lane just in front of me then just watched me cycle past again.