In 2017, a younger, fitter, perhaps stupider version of myself chose to take advantage of a British heatwave by riding from my then-home in Exeter to Bristol, then London, and back again over four days. Four consecutive 100-ish mile days in glorious sunshine, the only thoughts occupying my mind including where I’d stop for a toilet break, and what I would have for lunch.
My only reward for the effort was a few unsavoury tan lines and fond memories.
