thought I would go out on my birthday on my bicycle and burn off some energy and cure the boredom, which I tend to suffer from if I spend too long at home. Three miles into my cycle circuit I came across what looked like frost on a steep slope by the side of the canal, seconds later my front wheel slipped from under me and in that micro space between control and the loss of control I knew I was going down.

I hit the floor, the bike handle bars going left, my body going right, yet both of us not parting company as we slid down the steep slope.