Time to Draw the Raffle Numbers

Defies description – but if we have to – smoky leathery woods We weren’t there but we watched it on television, jumping up and down as the Sky team got closer and closer to the front of the peloton, then at the last bend Sir Bradley Wiggins catapulted Cav to the front and over the line first, on the last stage of the 2012 Tour de France. No, we weren’t there, but in our minds we could smell it, and this is it – the scent of the Champs Elysees on the final lap of the Tour de France. There’s the dark scent of sticky tarmac, coffee, patisseries and tobacco. We have linden blossom, a million people, and shiny bicycles. We added an accord of marmalade on toast.