Yesterday, I rode in the Lake District. It rained. It was windy. It was ace. Thanks to the inclement conditions, Andy, Sam and I chose Whinlatter Forest as our destination. A fun trail centre, with rocky trails that stand up to the rain better than most. It was an incredibly fun day, but we finished the ride soaked to the bone, with cold hands and feet. The pool of brown water on the kitchen floor where I left my shoes to dry out is a almost a permanent feature this winter.
Nick is getting married later in 2012. For his stag do, we are driving down to the Alps. Les Arcs. I’m day dreaming about dusty trails while I wait for yet another washing machine cycle to rinse the mud out of my clothes.