Colder than I expected. That's how I'd describe Mont Ventoux if you were to ask me right now. Lots of other things too – beautiful, eerie, iconic, brutal, exposed – but also cold.
I'm working on my first Tour de France as a journalist, so despite many years here as a fan, yesterday was my first day up the top of Ventoux. I'd been on the climb in 2016, but down in the woods, hearing news filtering through that Chris Froome was running (really?) up the climb, nowhere near the iconic top – in fact, the race hadn't even reached the summit in 2016.
