Pedalling

Ha, spinnin' today and there were so many there that Ali gave up her bike and had to motivate us from the ground...and the steps... and then the balcony - her voice suddenly came at us all from on high. 'I can see your gears from up here! Another notch, Jill. Nice legs. You're looking good." Such lies, we tell each other.

As usual there was no let up. I am very happy about this - no time to think, just concentrate on pedalling and imagine myself riding up the slope of a mountain and far below me monks in terracotta-coloured villages chiming bells or turning prayer wheels.