For an 08.30 start, it was another disappointingly cool, moist morning so on my way in to work I composed a lengthy memo:
“Dear Summer, I have been riding throughout the year enduring all sorts of weather for nearly 4 years now. In the winter months, I comfort myself in the knowledge that the work that I’m putting in at the worst that your cold cousin throws at me is worth it when you come to greet me during the golden time of May to September. You can imagine my disappointment that the cool, grey, drizzly days of October, November, March and April have come to repeat themselves over the last month. This is July, the time when I should be sitting somewhere in the country sunshine, enjoying my trail brekkie on the way to work in the warmth that you should be blessing me with. Instead, I am forced to plod through the weather described above in the aforementioned months. Summer, I implore you, no demand that you return to actualise my winter dreams of the sweaty sting in my eyes as I bask in your heat on a trail, enjoying my overnight oats, glad of my chosen method of transport. I look forward to your reply-I know that you are better than this! Regards, B2W”.