Recovery

After a morning spent on energy bars, craft ales, financial planning and political machinations I was ready for a ride in the sunshine.

Unfortunately I wasn't ready for the arse driving the HGV who cut me up and then slammed his brakes on when he realised he was approaching the junction at East Saltoun. Faced with the prospect of going under his rear wheels or baling out on the grass verge there was only one choice. Apart from the nettles it was a pretty soft landing. Just a bit of a bash on the handlebars and my left knee was throbbing later but still knocked out another twenty miles and recovered in true athlete style on the bench when I got home.