Our winter was cold. Very cold. And, with the expception of snow, we didnt have much rain. So, I had forgot what proper, hub deep bog, mud and shit was like. Well I got an almighty reminder today.
My ride email was roundly ignored by Jase and Weest and as Toss was away, I decided to pop out myself. I headed up Witton Weavers and through Entwistle. Up past Cadshaw I went up the Bastard for a first time in a long time. Its still a Bastard. It was at the top of it that I realised that I had lost my water bottle. Bugger. Up onto the moor and the start of the mud plugging. Endless hub deep slipping and sliding all the way to the tower.
There was a vicious headwind that had been in my face all the way up to this point and here it was hitting the hill from the north with a vengance. I was pretty tired by this point so decided to head back down Stepbank and to the cafe. Loads of walkers in the way so couldnt really have much fun on the jumps down. Got the cafe and realised I had forgot my money. Double bugger.
Back home along the Witton Weavers, it was very muddy and very wet. My rear mudgard now refuses to stay in the right position so ended up with a wet arse also.
All in all about 22 miles through deep mud and what felt like a headwind ALL the way around.
I am now finding myself fantasising about dust. Dry dusty trails... we are sure due them soon... please ?