Freezing cold, clear skies, almost a full moon and not a soul about.
Did a long loop around the Hope Valley and up over to the reservoirs, roads were starting to get a bit treacherous and the bridleways were a bit of a mud-fest, but the buzz and the beer afterwards were perfect.
Just thought I’d share. 😀

As above,six of us around kinver,cold slippy muddy but the pork pies and beer in the forresters after were top notch.
Ludlow gold mmmmmmm!

We had a hail storm during last night’s ride near Brighton. And rain. And wind. And lots of mud.

Still fun though 🙂

Going out riding at night used to make me feel like a smuggler or a highwayman, there’s something deliciously bold and daring about blasting around in the dark. Maybe it’s a territory thing?

Going out riding at night used to make me feel like a smuggler or a highwayman,

Were you riding like a Dick?

IGMC