'I agree with Jacob Rees-Mogg' are words I never expected to pen. However, when he said 'We are not the sort of country where you are expected to show your papers to prove who you are. The basis of our historic freedoms is that if you go about your business lawfully you never have to prove to the authorities who you are... That is something that is very precious to us.'
Moving to a new city for a new job is a good time for reflection and a good opportunity to make some adjustments. I've done that, and it turns out it's all boiled down to one word: prioritising.
As you may have noticed, I've so far failed to write about my South American adventures. Fear not, I have been taking notes and I'll turn them into some coherent words soon. Today, however, I'm going to write out of sequence about the last week, where I've been preparing for a big climb on Saturday night.
It's with a very slightly sore head I write this final chapter in the diary of my pedal from Porto to Munich. When the waitress said they only served the beer in steins, I thought that would be fine. It was, last night. Beer goes down very well when you're dehydrated after a 95 kilometre ride, sat in a sunny beer garden.