After Friday’s glorious blue skies, where we started to think of things like spring flowers and gambolling lambs, the weekend plunged us back into winter. For the unwary, this meant setting out in what looked like light rain or sleet, only to get to the tops and discover a winter wonderland. Great if you were prepared for that – snow is better than sleet any day – but if you weren’t expecting it you might have found yourself a little chilled.
Let’s check out how the Singletrack Crew got on…
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Andi was out riding and got a little more snow than he was expecting, but since he is forever cheerful it didn’t stop him having fun.
Ross has been Mr Unhappy for a week, being a bit pale and ill. Happily, by Sunday he was finally well enough to get out for a little play in the remains of the snow.
Mark was out walking in the Lakes, but he carefully offset the healthy activity by scoffing an afternoon tea in one of his favourite feed stations.
I didn’t ride a bike this weekend, but I did go out for two wintery walks. Saturday’s was up to the moor to watch runners in the Wadsworth Trog – a fell race that once upon a time I used to organise, and that this year was run as the Bernard Kerr Memorial Wadsworth Trog. Bernard, who died last year, and his wife Kay were the inventors of the Trog and its somewhat brutal route. Access permissions have caused the route to change over the years (it’s not just mountain bikers who struggle for access rights) but it’s still a 31km with 1110m elevation slog through bogs, tussock, mist and snow. As if that wasn’t enough, runners are forced to do a whole lap of the cricket pitch with the finish in sight. One runner once suggested that on entering the cricket field, runners should be given birch twigs to beat themselves with. Luckily for them, Bernard was a very nice man, and didn’t go that far.
Amanda has had a Scottish road trip for a holiday:
I’ve had a bike and board adventure! Starting in Hamsterley Forest, a very cold sloppy ride around the trails with Jade, Winston, Trigger and Sam. Then on to Peebles for a couple of days where we rode Glentress Forest Trails and Innerleithen Golf Club. Very steep technical riding at the golf club and somehow I came out with no injuries! After collecting a macaroni and a lasagne pie from Forsyth’s for Chipps, spending my entire holiday budget in FINDRA and paying a visit to No1 Cafe, we went to Glencoe and Fort William for some snowboarding.
Wil is still on holiday, but sent us this:
Went swimming at a local reservoir with the folks. 35 degrees.
Also rode bikes. No photographic evidence though. CBF 🙂
Frankly Wil, we’re unimpressed. You didn’t need to go to Oz to do that, you could have done that here in Calderdale too, look:
Yes, these women have been swimming outdoors, without wetsuits, every day in January in aid of Unicef. Flippin’ heck. Now that’s hardy.
Were you hardy or lazy? Lardy or hazy? Hurrah for Mondays, come on then week, let’s have it…