Went out for a trundle round in the dark peak tonight. Forgot my coat but thought it was warm enough so went out anyway.
Anyway, putting the bike together in the pouring rain I began thinking 'what am I doing?'. I thought the same as my back wheel was slipping on the sopping wet stones climbing one of the edges.
I felt the same as I was sheltering behind some boulders from the driving rain - it'd really turned nasty, blowing a gale and the rain was coming in sideways - real stinging stuff.
You know when it gets to that point where you think 'I need to get off this hill now'? I hit that point at about the farthest point from the car.
Stupid, stupid man. No coat, on my own, exploring new trails.
All ended well, but still. Could've gone very wrong.
Anyone else had fun tonight?