Would be lovely if I was mountain biking past a frozen lake. As it is, it's March and I'm cycling past frosted-over puddles on the roads. Will this winter ever end?
Cyclist. Diver. Researcher. Raconteur. She Who Organises. Occasional Crying Drunk. Is one of these the real me, or are all of them? (Answers on a postcard, please...)
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