Je suis cream-crackered. 12 miles through West Yorkshire mist and drizzle today, from Flockton to Huddersfield, across the tops. Gasp, there’s nowt but bloody hills here — as I discovered some years ago when I lived in the area, and had the great idea of buying a bike. Murderous. The original plan to come up last weekend (when the long run was only 7 miles) was modified by a glance at the football fixtures.… READ MORE.... …