Sod that, I'm not going down there again. It started badly just getting onto the towpath, literally piles of glass under the flyover. Cobbled sections rattling my teeth out, smack heads on Emmelle Argos bikes weaving around, it turned into a dirt track for a mile or so and i missed my turn off. I ended up at the foot of the dreaded newlaithes bridge climb, but being fit I smashed it and made my sports massage appointment with time to spare.