It's called the Mulberry harbour and it is basically a floating concrete pier, built during the war. It should be in France, along with all the other Mulberry harbours floated over to Normandy for the D-Day landings. Trouble is, this one broke and it's been sitting a mile and a quarter out in the estuary ever since.
You can walk out to it at low tide, when all the blue sea you can see is brown mud. It would appear that one day someone who walked out there decided it would be a splendid idea to organise a run out to it and back. And so we shall.
It's been a bit windy to say the least over the past few days, and this being only the second or third time back on the bike made it seem all the more difficult. At least it wasn't in my face, but it gave me a good broadside on more than one occasion.
Still loving being back on the machine again though.
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Lightweight jersey
Fixed shorts
Merino gloves
Grand tour gloves
Racing cap
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