The club time trial scene is peculiar to the UK. It’s odd and draws parallels with the good ‘ol rural English cricket match. There’s the tiny village hall, often used for the cubs and scouts on the edge of an immaculate village green nestled among thatched cottages.
Swains Pain, as some in London affectionately call it, is a murderously tough, short, and in places very steep, stretch of tarmac that cuts through Highgate Cemetery, where many rich and famous have their final resting place. It’s also a place of pilgrimage for London based cyclists to come and hone their hill climbing abilities.