Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Flat And Snowy

End of holiday flatness postponed by a knock on the door at 9 o'clock and an invitation I couldn't quite bring myself to refuse. Proper sub-zero overnightness, frozen trails and the fierce crackle of studded tyres on ice. And one sublime descent of Coldwell Clough at 'fast as I dare' speeds in a proper toboggan run of a trough. After which an under-used Shooting Cabin felt flat and anti-climactic. Lovely in a low key, low temperature, crunchy sort of way.

Maybe we should go a different way?
Snap, crackle and pop...
Downfall tundra.
Looks familiar... same place, different bike.
The world in shades of grey.

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