I am back from mountain biking in Somerset a little earlier than planned as I have beaten myself up somewhat in two spectacular falls.
The first was from a misjudged drop off and included extra points for style as a loop on the back of my boot got entangled with a pedal in the ensuing boy and bicycle death roll.
For an encore, I caught an edge on a single track and plunged down the slope though my descent was arrested by scores of barbs from brambles hooking into my skin and slowing me down.
I can hardly move my right shoulder at the moment which made the drive back interesting, I've hurt it like that before and I'll be good as gold in a couple of days, but it certainly smarts at the moment.
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