@nthony

It was cold on the way in today, I admit it - it hurt. Even with my comedy skull cap on with ear flaps under my lid the wind was still being driven into my head and biting at my ears.. I could feel the cold radiating from my quads post shower, post change, sat-at-desk-with-cuppa... like some kind of screwed up radiator.

But it was great, even when it started to hail, and it sat on me dry, like bean bag pellets. Spotted all the ice in time, evaded all the sticky mud, and looked around in awe at the mist still clinging low, and the top of Moel Siadbod looking like a mini mount Fuji complete with pestering clouds.

In fact, the ride in was SO nice, despite the dark, despite the bighting cold, I took the loooong way home again - spoilt only by the infeasible brightness of headlamps when out in the sticks. Life should have more of such moments. I should hunt them down. Mercilessly.