40-odd miles last night on the road. I headed north towards Rawtenstall and then towards Burnley just to ensure plenty of climbing, turned around and came back. It was gone 10pm before I turned round – for some reason I thought it would be good to be in bed by midnight…
I lost count of the number of potholes I hit at speed last night. The almost-constant horizontal rain in my face made it quite difficult to spot them in time. Perhaps I should report them all to the council on that “report a pothole” website thing but I’d be at it for ages. I can’t be arsed, in other words.