I unfortunately didn't get the chance to sample the cycle tracks around The Grove, but do you know what? It was actually somewhat of a relief not to have to cycle everywhere.

(Contrary to a popular misconception, I actually can drive, although my little Ford Ka looked slightly out of place at The Grove parked next to a Porsch, a Bentley and two Ferarris.)

This morning it was straight back to the old routine. Cycling over the frozen moor, my hands - surrounded by usually warm gloves - virtually turned to ice.

But this was more than made up for by the beautiful layer of white stretching across the moor. It constantly amazes me how I can move from that kind of scenery to suddenly find myself among the grim surroundings of Watford Business Park.