Last night I headed over to Belmont to meet FatLad and his mate Phil. I was riding there through freezing fog, wondering if I should have put thermals on under my tights and where we were going to ride since we couldn't see! We headed out up the Belmont Road since the cheeky route up was going to be even more of a bogfest than normal. At the top we suddenly came out of the fog and lights could go on full as we flew along to Pigeon Tower. Down the ICR and I was glad I could see. It was nice on fatlad to fall off as soon as it got rocky so we knew where the harder bit started!
Back up to the pike and the views were clear to a point where they just stopped. Off the back and then round and up to Winter Hill. My promises this was the last uphill didn't seem to be believed at this point. We got to the top and the gates were shut and padlocked so it was time to snorkel round the mast to the other side.
Then it was down down down, until Phil threw himself off his bike on one of the few easy bits. Back on and round a corner after the drops and there he is again with a bike on top of him. This time it was easy to see why. At this point we entered the freezing fog again. Slowly back to the road and along to the pub.
A pint and crisps later the two of them headed off in the car and I put on extra layers and headed home. The fog was once again penetrating my tights and I was glad to get home. A quick wash of the bike and me and I was off to bed.
Night riding rocks!