This week I rode into some feelings about endings. Monday A fast morning ride to work. Cold air – very good air for cycling in. One of those bright gold and dark grey skies. This was the last Monday morning ride of my thirties and I was wearing my new red gloves. A couple of weeks ago I received an incredible cycling haul from my friend the poet Freya Daly Sadgrove, who moved to Sydney and asked if I wanted the cycling gear she'd left behind. The haul included everything you would ever need to cycle out of any situation – multiple padded shorts and leggings and cool little jackets and tops and hi-vis and gloves (so many gloves) and tyres levers and a spare pump. The red gloves are especially good because they are cosy and they have a friendly or possibly murderous look. The padded cycling shorts are also a revelation. My old ones – as mentioned previously – are so worn that they look diseased. I'm keeping them, though.