The downhill past Sharpitor was a bit twitchy to say the least,
but we reached the bottom without incident and then began to
look for the path off-road to Burrator Woods. Instinctive navigation
landed us at just the right spot and we took advantage of the
virgin snow and the snow now falling for a picture moment.
Downhill through invisible tussocks and rocks, we surprisingly
arrived at the bottom without an off and began to follow the
leat back SW again. This, for me, was the most sphincter twitching
moment, as the thought of slipping and ending up in a foot of
freezing water was quite a distraction.
We then headed back up to cross Yennadon down to the quarry,
hanging a right through Dousland and making our way back along
the main road. It has to be said that all road riding tonight
felt like off-road and was rather exciting.
Arriving back at HQ, we expected to be met by
crowds of non-cyclists but no. So Greg and I had a couple before
winding our way home.
And boy, is it cold after the pub. I was left with that dilemma
of slow riding, less wind chill but taking longer, or go for
it, freeze your arse off but for a short time only. Slippery
conditions dictated somewhere between the two and I made it home
shivering more than Shakin’ Stevens singing Green Door.
A beautiful and very enjoyable night gentlemen. You missed a
treat.
Reporter: Martyn
President's Footnote: Good show
from the Northerners, upholding the reputation of the GOWCC.
Tuesday evening's are going to be quite strange for me for a
while. When I would normally be getting my kit on I was tucking
into my dinner. And, even stranger, at the time when the first
pint
is
ordered
at HQ, I was tucked up in bed thinking 'what a brilliant invention
electric blankets are'!!!! It could be a long road to redemption!
