I am sitting on a grass verge, looking down on a Tarmac road up a steep hill. The surface is wet and slippery, and crumbling. The riders appear. One of them is a lad who works in Royles bike shop in Wilmslow. They all fall, apart from Dan Lloyd, who speeds up the hill. I am impressed by him selecting the correct racing line, and give him a strawberry iced ring doughnut with rainbow sprinkles that was hidden behind a rock next to where I am sitting. David Millar is there too, but he doesn’t look at me. Probably because he’s blocked me on twitter.