Yellow

It was good to watch the end of the Tour de France yesterday, with a historic win by Bradley Wiggins. One of those feats of human achievement that pretty much beggars belief - at least, it does for me when I get on a bike and realise how out of condition I am, and how much I have to struggle up the inclines of the local country lanes. The cobbles don't help. Nor the potholes. Nor the traffic on the larger A roads. Nor the lack of signposts on the B roads. Nor the refusal of my bike to coast effortlessly down gentle slopes. Nor the inability of my legs to sprint up anything worthy of the name of hill. So it all makes you appreciate the level of perfection achieved by great sportsmen. And that I still have quite a way to go.