Wednesday the 4th of February, beautiful dry evening, with a light frost, making for exquisite riding conditions.
6:30 came and went and with only 8 Moos in attendance, we decided to embark on our adventure.
Contorary to popular belief the ride did not take us on an old favourite, "the dreaded Turners Lane", we did In fact commence our ascent through the forestry towards The Maenwlydd.
With the cream of the Moos in attendance thus said ascent did not take long, only to embark our first descent via the Quarry Run and loose two of our herd; Mr Williams and Mr Beaker. Not deterred we continued to the start of the Ridgeway, where much to our delight we were reunited with our fellow Moos.
As ride leader and one of the fittest, we reached Cometsons farm where once again we lost Mr Beaker due to poor maintenance and miserness. Without much ado, the unanimous decision to leave the ginger f**kwit to his own devices and continue onwards and upwards to the Travellers Rest was swiftly taken. The Travellers Rest was an exemplary decision from the much loved, more appreciated ginger Moo, Crock.
We then indulged in some beers with great company, oh yes, and then Beaker once again turned up like a bad smell.
We then continued to the top of our forestry descent, (the burger bar), where upon Crock lead us with lightening speed and true leadership through the maze of the forestry, showing great knowledge of his surroundings.
The way home involved the obligatory stop at the Maenwlydd, then back down through the woods taking in yet another off piste trail.
Conversation back at HQ was nothing but praise and respect for a cracking well orchestrated evening.
Ps, I'll pop the bike up to yours on Thursday night Beaker so you can finish off the maintenance to my bike.