I get excited by hills but it's because they remind me of home. Out of my window was a deep valley with a huge hill and just watching the seasons pass each year was a joy. The spring lambing season when the sheep covered the hills to the winter with snow covering them and you'd know it was time to fetch the sledge!

Moved to Lincolnshire in my mid teens and it bored the absolute fuck out of me. Fields of rapeseed in all directions as far as the eye could see. Relentless wind that had no hills to block it so it never changed direction.

I found it easier biking with a BMX on hills than I did using a mountain bike in windy flat conditions.

It's even worse when the hills are alive and have eyes

I can relate. I never imagined I would see someone complain or not understand what living on a flat area is like- it's super easy! It's the mountains and hills what's difficult!

You heard what I said.