After the Artic conditions of the past month or so, yesterday saw temperatures in double figures centigrade. How on earth are you supposed to dress for biking when one week it's minus 6 degrees and the next its plus 13 degrees? Mind you the wind was verging on a hurricane at the top of the black run, one gust in particular blew Clive off the track and into the heather!The forlorn figure that can just be spotted in the early morning gloom is Clive battling his way through the wind up to the mast which is the top of the black run.
We have our own names for various sections of the ride, this particular section is known as "Brass Monkey Moor", mainly because it's quite exposed and in the winter any brass monkey venturing up there would have to be very, very careful!
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we're very adaptable here in Scotland, we have to be. They used to tell us at school that our climate was "temperate" (= anything???)
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