While TPR found a parking space for our red Peugeot 205 near the World’s End pub in Edinburgh’s Old Town, I retreated to the Merchiston campus of Edinburgh Napier University.

On arrival in the department, I stripped off all my soaked cycling gear and hung it on the white Aga in the school office. I had made such a stupid mistake when dressing that morning. My outfit for a long road race in Scotland should have into account the rainy weather.

TPR walked back across town to campus to find me. Then he scooped me up and we sat in the corridor with some colleagues while we waited for my clothes to dry. It was only when MS and IH started giggling that I realised that wandering around campus stark naked was not a good look.