It was a dreary day: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. Okay, it wasn't quite a Dickensian level of dour, but it was gray and murky with low clouds and endless drizzly rain. And if it was tough enough just standing on the roadside as a spectator, spare a thought for those red-lining through a race they’d spent twelve months preparing for. But the girls didn't let the weather faze them. And they put on a classic. Here are my five (and a half) takeaways from