The north wind doth blow

There's nothing a cyclist hates more than a headwind. And while Mother Nature looks set to provide some sunshine for next week's ride, she is serving up consistent Notherly winds.

Torrential rain is preferable to having the wind on the nose. Headwinds sap your strength and drains your spirit. 

I still haven't gone near the bike for fear of aggravating the dodgy knee. Instead I ate a huge cream tea, explaining that I was carbo-loading - only to be told that such pre-emptive scoffing serves no purpose. 

Will have a go at strapping myself up tomorrow then go for a spin to see how it feels. Tour de France riders complete much greater distances with broken pelvises, so maybe I should just shut up and get on with it.