A week ago I rather foolishly thought my days of coming off in muddy conditions were a thing of the past! How wrong could I be, twice again today I went over the bars into probably the muddiest spots up the Pentlands. In my defence, both times there was a stone cunningly hidden in the muck which stopped the front wheel dead making the bike stand on its head and depositing me into the mire. At least there were no injuries and we live to ride another day. Just over 27 miles today and the weather's getting colder again!