Autumn's nearly over. The leaves squished gently beneath my tyres. Summer cyclists have nearly all gone back to their warm and cosy houses, like the leaves from the trees, they too have fallen from their roads. A few of us still tootle around the lanes and highways, wondering where we hid the thermal vest last year and wishing that we'd worn a warmer hat. Still, all's good, the cogs keep turning and the wheels keep rolling.