Turns out a "brevet" is an extremely slow ride with loads of really ancient grizzly guys with beautiful steel bikes! I kept leaving them all behind by accident then waiting, until my last "good" knee went bad after about 30 miles. I tempted fate a couple of days ago saying cycling was a doddle! Bloody agony, and couldn't push on it at all, which made for an interesting ascent of Llangynydr mountain. Scoffing ibuprofen didn't help. Felt like someone had hit the inner side of the knee with a hammer. So jacked it in and crawled 15 miles back to Brecon. Merde (french cycling term), I guess I need to find another sport, encore un fois.