A glorious 40 miles and 3,500 feet in the Staffordshire Moorlands. Roads very quiet, not that the ones I use are ever busy. Saw around 10 fellow cyclists all of whom were solo, apart from a bloke with what looked like his young son, who went flying past me!

I now realise, more than ever, how fortunate I am to be able to partake in such activity straight from the door and feel for those stuck in large towns and cities. However, it was my choice to live in a rural area and sacrifices were made to enable me to do so.