FROM THE FRONT
This is a slightly nervous time of year. Well, it is for me! I’m writing this in mid-March, when the wind from the mighty Atlantic is still battering away at the windows and the weather should probable be best described as changeable. I have no idea what that means, because weather is surely always changeable, but you know what I mean. This is also the time of year that I remember to get grumpy with continuously inaccurate weather forecasts. And why is it that this is particularly important in the middle of March? Because this is the time of year when we drag out our old bikes and discover whether they are working well, whether they’re going to repay a winter of spanner-flinging by working better than they did last year,…