I roll the Spark out of the dungeon and across the frost on a run to the bakery for some cross-country shuttle supplies. It's nippy. When you do early morning rides in Blackheath you need some specialised gear: sure I look like an 80's tennis star, but the woollen head band that the girfriend knitted stops the ears from freezing solid.

When I get back with the baked goods Andy's already here (he's always early), and we load my bike and head off for Mt York.