I’m a creature of habit. It’s daft really. For 20 years, maybe longer, I have stopped on my bike, this very bike, under this tree overlooking English Bay to sit, relax, read, meditate, refuel, and exercise. I stretch, do Pilates, and now pushups. This is my place. The one place I am at piece. I don’t stay long, 15 minutes, an hour at most. It is the best part of my day. I stop here all year, and in all weather. It’s on the ride home. It’s on one of may favourite training routes. I am here during the week, and frequently on weekends. This is a solitary place. This is my place.