Intermediate Sprint

Too many ice creams and pasties washed down with cider has left me with a spare tyre to offload and after witnessing a fortnight of heroics at the Tour de France, I was inspired to get on my bike to work.

This is my breather spot on the way home where I usually stop for a swig and a muesli bar to see me up the brutal Mont du Clackmannan, an haute category climb...