… and there’s my hattrick. No cycling for the third week running.

I’ve got another good excuse, though: It was my daughter’s 30th birthday this weekend.

To celebrate a group of us got together early on Saturday morning and climbed Skiddaw (Skidda, as the locals say), at 3,054 feet the fourth-highest mountain in England. The top third of it was covered in snow – across the valley, the ski centre at Raise reported their best snow in 10 years – and the whole lot was bathed in sunshine. We had an exhausting but fabulous time.

Our party consisted of four 30-somethings and three around the 60 mark, and I think it should be said that two of us oldies were the first to the top. Mind you, we were also the last down, at the end looking a bit like the walking wounded on Napoleon’s retreat from Moscow.

Champagne and butties on the top of Skiddaw. Now that’s what I call cross-training.

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