There's nothing like a 6.30am cycle on a frosty Christmas morning to waken a chap up.
On Christmas Eve night we discovered one of our daughter's presents was still at my parent's house. So, not wanting to disappoint her and also not risk wakening her with the sound of an engine starting up, I took to 'The Raleigh' and off I went to retrieve the aforementioned present.
Now, I don't know dear readers if you have ever ridden a bicycle in the dark and on ice, but I can assure you it is not for the faint hearted, no pun intended.
Anyway, after a few impressions of Todd Carty on a bike, and a welcome cuppa at my parents, I made it there and back on slowly thawing roads before my daughter realised a new day had dawned, and all was well in 'Cycling Santa's' household once again.
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