So glorious looking day, good forecast, dry roads. Decide to take my 20 miles old, super bling new summer* road bike out for a good blast.
Get 3 miles from home, up towards Ringinglow and it starts snowing.
By the time I’m up to Stanage it’s virtually a blizzard – coming in horizontally at me, and by the time I’ve dropped down to Hathersage, I’m soaked, frozen, can’t feel my hands and have a good build up of slush on all leading edges of both me & the bike.
So with words along the lines of **** this ****, I (along with, it seems, half the worlds roadies) hightail it for home. Snow all the way up past Fox Houses and over past Blacka.
Except as soon as I’m back in town, it’s a beautiful day again. Roads are dry, no water on the car. After a hot shower, I’ve just checked the weather again – no chance of snow, 6-8C. Even the Outside weathercam in Hathersage makes it look not too bad.
Other than those pics above, the pile of sopping kit, and the filthy bike, I’m having a proper “did that really happen…?” moment. Proper doing my head in. Anybody else get caught in it??
*ie no guards, no lights