For those of you who don't know Shrewsbury,
this is an artist's impression of Wyle Cop:
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And in this photograph,
notice how people are struggling to walk up the hill.
If it was enlarged we might
see that they are wearing crampons:
And so, as I approached Wyle Cop on my bike this evening I muttered something along the lines of:
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
My legs didn't pay attention, kept pushing the pedals round,
whilst inside my head all I could hear was this:
Ican'tdothis
Ihaven'tcycledupheresincehavingchildren
I'mpastit
mybodyisawreck
andthere'snowayIamgoingtomakeit
andwhatismorethisispotentiallyhumiliating
ImeanImightgososlowthatIjustfalloversideways
andwho'dbetheretopickmeup?
By which stage I'd reached the top.
