This would have been the weekend of the Calder Valley Midsummer Madness series, if last year hadn't been the final one.
In memory of a fine tradition, I did all three non-existent races, namely Not the Wicken Hill Whizz on Friday, Not the Reservoir Bogs yesterday (on a route so secret I couldn't even reveal it to myself until after I'd finished), and Not the Tom Tittiman earlier today.
In the true spirit of things, I managed to lose myself on the Bogs and take an appalling line off Tom Tittiman.
My mate came up from Mercia to join me, and the events were made into even greater non-events by the fact that we're both injured and had to walk.