No, you've not wandered off into an English Lit blog by mistake. Mr Miff has just phoned from his hideout in deepest, darkest Llandovery at the edge of the Brecon Beacons. This being the next best thing to the alps, he's spending a long weekend working up to the kind of mileage he'll be doing during The Tour.
The fact that I've been told more about the hosts of golden daffodils and little lambs along the route; not to mention the joys of ones very own jaccuzi is neither here nor there!
Do call in in a couple of days time to hear more technical stuff from Wordsworth in person.
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