One of the benefits of early Sunday morning starts for time trials is that you get to observe our country's normally shy and/or nocturnal wildlife going about it's business.
Well, this morning going out to the Charlotteville 50 I was heading down Succombs Hill. At the top of the hill a fat wood pigeon was waddling across the road, didn't manage to get airborne in time, and was dispatched with a glancing blow off the front bumper, confirmed by the flurry of feathers observed in the rear view mirror. A few hundred metres further on, a squirrel darted across the road, paused briefly, then darted for cover underneath my offside front wheel, confirmed by a definite bump.
Almost managed to add a fox to the tally on the A22, but the damn thing was too quick for me.