Is something you can rarely claim in Britain, but it was true today. The jet stream (cursed be thy name) having drifted towards northern Scotland in the last few days, the south has begun to enjoy the summer it has been denied thus far.
The radiance of the day is in keeping with the afterglow I feel from having seen Bradley Wiggins ride in triumph down the Champs Elysee on Sunday.
Andy Murray was trying to do something that hadn't been done for 76 years, but Bradley did something that has never been done, not in the entire history of Le Tour.
And let's not forget Chris Froome, Bradley's team mate, who finished second, sacrificing his own very good chance of winning for the greater good of his team. I know it was in his contract, but there was a moment when Froome had his measure on the Mt Tourmale climb, and could easily have forged ahead of him and won. And everybody knew it.
Is it a good omen for the Olympics? I have no doubt of it. Right now we have the cycling world by the throat, and a Games on home turf should seal us a clutch of gold medals on two wheels. Now track and field, the heart and soul of every Games, unfortunately that's another matter. There I fear we may only bring home our customary haul of silvers, bronzes and fourth places. But then, we always have one priceless moment. Which will it be this time? I'm looking forward to finding out, and with steadily growing excitement. It's coming, it's coming soon!
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