it's an easy routine to fall into. breakfast of two courses, the first being served in bed. the second and early brunch and maybe the beginning of a board game. then the sudden realisation, it's winter and daylight isn't something to take for granted. a quick look at the map, scouring for chevrons.

this is no place to hide. along the valley and up over the hill. along another valley, over another hill. the choice is endless, but my legs and energy aren't. another log on the fire and more tea in the pot. i promise myself that tomorrow i'll ride all the hills. there'll be no walking. i went in search of my cycling legs this week. still looking but i've got a better idea about where they're hiding.