I managed to get to Weston super Mare this morning without buying a ticket - the machine was busy, the booth was busy and the guard on the train took 20 mins to sell one ticket. Feeling smug, I hadn't reckoned with the train's capacity to gain revenge: when I got to the station this evening the train was cancelled. My plan had been to run from Nailsea to Tyntesfield estate; this wasn't going to happen now. I blagged my way onto the service to Bristol, and completed an urban run instead.
Clifton is awesome for hill training; zig-zagging my way up and down in a line parallel to Hotwells - I must have looked like a sewing machine. Over the suspension bridge into Leigh Woods, through to Abbots Leigh and home. Fab.
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