Ramps

I have always liked ramps. Reminds me of the car ferry that brings us back to England for Christmas holidays.
The ramp going round the Tour de Bretagne has always seemed to me to be the ultimate ramp. I remember noticing it the first time I came to Nantes with Dan to buy myself my first pair of Converse All Stars. I wonder where it leads to?

Shoulder pain surprisingly subsided today, malgré yesterday's brick-smashing capers.