As regular readers of this column will know, I am a keen mountain biker. Whizzing downhill at high speed (sometimes), trying to pick the best line through rocks, steep drops and tight turns is the perfect way to take your mind off the stresses and strains of work. When faced with split second decisions over whether to go left or right, jump or roll, you can’t be worrying about the latest practice predicament. I’m not as good as I think I am- or at least as I’d like to be- but (as always in my life) enthusiasm gets me a long way.
