This lovely scene belies the reality. There was a head wind. It was a blistering, boisterous wind, blowing directly down the valley. Pedalling was hard work. I was conscious that there were 50 odd km to travel before the climb to the pass so I was trying not to use the battery. The wind played havoc. It would stop and just as I thought I was getting underway again back it would come. Sometimes it waited until I rounded a corner and there was a hill and in it blasted again.
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