What happens to the soul? Does it perish like the rest of us or merely separate and wend its merry way as it feels best. Well, this was day one of a 21 day cycling training camp-stroke-holiday. If you’re like me (slightly retentive) you pack everything with a spreadsheet to tick off, and feel super smug when all is in its rightful place ready to go. So this was disappointing.
The overly anal foresight of packing tape and glue came in useful though.
