To the young lady descending from High Ashes Farm down “The Mother” towards Holmbury earlier today.
I was merrily climbing at my own (Slow) pace, and just before our paths crossed, I had just released an almighty trouser trumpet of the “Man who has had a massive fry up brekker” variety, which would have been waiting like some malevolent miasma for you to ride through. 😳 Sorry.
That aside, that was the only rider I saw out there all day! Lovely to get miles and miles of empty trails! BKB is riding really, really well at the moment. Well, either that, or the unlikely other option that I’ve suddenly become a riding god! It was so good, I went back up and did it again. And again.
There was the obligatory Five outside the pub in Peaslake, though. 😉