Nooooooooo! Sorry to begin this column with a wail of despair but I have just discovered that my favourite café has closed.
To make matters worse, I only discovered it had closed halfway into a training ride, meaning I had to cycle 40 miles home not only in a forlorn state of mind, but with empty guts and only one miserable energy gel to sustain me. As a result, I had a hunger knock 15 milesmy house, grovelled the final few kilometres to my door, lurched through it and collapsed onto my settee before sleeping like a knackered spaniel all afternoon.
