... I binned it.
Monday, Cadwell, novices' day, and I conspired to go straight on at the bottom of the mountain after a not particularly heroic overtake. Quite pissed off with myself, not as though I was going that fast, just overreached myself slightly when my brain hadn't warmed up properly (tyres weren't ever going to get warm on Monday). Third session, first lap, overtook someone out of the chicane, then panicked that I was going to cut them up for just long enough to miss the turn in marker, then I think decided I wasn't going to make it and gave in to target fixation. Went straight onto the grass and before I could even grab the canonical handful of beginners' front brake bogged down for a mini-highside and head over heels. Nowt serious but they red flagged it because I'd strained my neck a bit, embarrassing. Visor full of muddy grass, lost an indicator, chunk out of the nose fairing, bruised up a bit. First time I've been off other than walking pace learners' drops. Now feel a right prat. Still, rather there than under an artic.