After a whistle stop tour back in the UK, I am now a world away from the South London streets. Yesterday I nearly ran over a bear whilst careering down the downhill park. It did not come without it's marks though. My shoulder has a massive gash from eating the dirt and I'm sure there is more to come. From speaking to the locals I'm sure I will add to my broken elbow and rib from the winter at some point this summer. So in a blatant attempt to curry favour with the mountain gods here is a classic Uncle B tune.
Inner Life - Ain't No Mountain High Enough
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