Your quote about hills inspired me to post this little photo essay of a local hill, which is the main obstacle between our flat and a rather nice grocer in Wimbledon village. This morning we tackled Spencer Hill to get breakfast provisions. The hill doesn’t look terrible, but it gets very steep in one section before levelling out into a manageable climb. Alas, I always have to walk that section.
[No photos of actually tackling the hill, because it is always very un-dashing *struggle struggle, splutter splutter*]
The point of this story is that hills are no friends of cyclists (except for really hardcore ones), but they still shouldn’t be obstacles to breakfast.