We'd only reached halfway up Castlelaw Cottage Climb when Clive's chain managed to jump of the cassette and attempt to destroy his spokes, but, undeterred we freed it with the usual combination of foul language and a little brute force.
We reached the gate and the weather was, to say the least, bleak but nothing could stop us now.
At the bottom of Allermuir we met Kathy and Graeme along with Heidi the Vizsla who's going to be the size of a horse soon if she doesn't stop growing, she would be as good as an e-bike though if she could be trained to pull a bike up a hill!
The final push up to the top of Allermuir and Clive wasn't enjoying this bit!
Quite a crowd at the summit for such a wet miserable day.
Clive and I had no intention of hanging around in the wet for long and decided a quick snifter of alcohol would help us on the descent back home!
The trip home was more or less all downhill with a tail wind so we were back before long which was just as well because the rain was through my jacket and my hands were like ice.
The now annual trip to the summit of Allermuir Hill to meet up with a local hill running club and celebrate Christmas Day a bit differently from everybody else went ahead as usual regardless of the cold wet weather, are we a hardy bunch or just nuts?
Merry Christmas!
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