Now that I have done some dusting of the cobwebs and hoovering around here, it's back to business.
Last week we travelled to Belgium for a pre-season cross training camp.
I had arranged to meet a fella called Sven, all though that's a whole other story.
On arriving in West Vlaanderan on Thursday evening, I thought I'd soak up a bit of local atmosphere, hitting the nearest frites van and ordering frites with chilli sauce and a can of Juliper.
The rest is my photo essay of our trip.
Anyway, after several phone calls, chasing tails and getting no-where, turns out Sven had gone to to London for some race or other. Still, we ate and drank well.