A brief break in the rain coming over the Lammermuirs. It's not exactly the Alps, but the Tour was very much in my mind as I slogged up the hill out of Longformacus. More Andy Pandy than Andy Schleck I may be, but in my head the yellow jersey was waiting at the summit. Two days later, Keith dragged me round East Lothian on a quick "evening 50" and wrung me out like a wet dishrag.
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