Well why not? It wasn't raining. The skies were clear, and the hills, deserted.
Storm Imogen may have been showing her face, but she only won the battle once, leaving me jammed into a ditch and having to walk for a stretch until I could actually stay upright in the crosswinds battering the western upper flanks of Sugarloaf. The rest of the hour was steady pedalling, sometimes flying as the massive tailwind did the work, sometimes going nowhere in the slick-mud and 45 mile an hour headwind.