Thick Fog in Manchester
It's a pea-souper at home.
But you don't need to ride for long to leave it far behind
Up on the hill we're bathed in sunlight, and it feels five degrees warmer.
Underwheel it's wet and boggy, despite the cold. Where's the hard crunchy ground we want?
Looking out across the valley, you can see what we've escaped from.
We ride across the top
To the top of Robin Hoods Well
where our ride is curtailed.
The Sleeve takes a flyer on some ice, and face-plants in the gravel.
He's not feeling too good, so we head for home.