Box Hill Viewpoint
A quick check of my Strava suggests I've been up Box Hill around 300 times, which is crazy. But, if it's generally accepted to be a rite of passage for cyclists, then that rings even more true, for those of us who live in Surrey. I can be at the base of the hill in around 25 minutes, so it's effectively my local climb.
And that, up there, is the view that greets you, when you reach the summit. I'm fascinated by the view - partly because it's beautiful, but also because it changes, all the time. There are times when that sky is a deep blue, and seems to go on forever. Times when threatening clouds roil over the weald beyond. Times when the fog over Pixham inverts, gently blanketing the woods on the horizon. It's an extraordinary sight, no matter what time of the year you look out from the viewpoint.
TOday, I was on my way back from Rusper, hurtling down the mad mile, to Tanhouse Farm shop, for my usual double espresso and slice of cake. I love how cycling seeks to emphasise those simple moments of pleasure, that make everything fall into place.
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