I hopped on my trusty Norfolk Mountain Bike and got completely lost.
I'd forgotten just what a big place Norfolk is and how empty it is. I eventually found my way to the metropolis of Wymondham which is pronounced "Wind" and "Ham", coincidentally a description applied to myself in certain quarters. Fortunately it didn't rain so I wasn't subjected to the "Superman Soup" jibe - Old Ham with Capon.
In October there is a tentative arrangement with my brother to cycle the Coast-to-Coast Route Westwards from Robin Hood's Bay to Barrow-in-Furness, so I'll be doing a bit more cycling to build up some stamina. This slope on the road back from Banham will be just the thing to prepare me for the assault on the Pennines.