So, I was determined to get a ride in before having to start back at work. A prospect that I was really not looking forward too. Wors was not up for it at all, Weester was painting his penis and Pikey wanted to watch the footy, so it was just me and Toss.
Slippery did not cover it. Compacted snow and ice does not lend itself to yielding acres of grip. We decided to head back over to Darwen Moor, this time to see if we could make it to the Tower, via the Cafe. On the treated roads it was ok, but ascending piss poor was sketchy to say the least. Still, we were making good progress. Flurries of snow were falling all the way up and the temperature was brutally cold.
The snow had stopped and been reaplced by a freezing cold sunshine and the views that came with it were just sublime. At the Tower, we could clearly make out Black Coombe, Scafell, Longridge, Pendle, Penyghent, Ingleborough and Whernside, all crisp white and bathed in a setting sun.
The Singletrack Witton Weavers over to Duckshaw Brook was just sublime strip of white well compacted loveliness.
Bid him farewell at Cadshaw, and headed down Green Arms to the Witton Weavers to Turton Tower. It was going Dark by this time, but fortunatly I still had my back up helmet light on from the previous ride. Watching a glorious sunset and the street lights coming on over Afetside was nice. The Temp had now plumetted and the water bottle was frozen solid but a good run home from the Last Drop was soon over. Cracking ride out.