A trip to the Arctic

Actually, Thrapston, but it felt like the Arctic. Cold cold cold. I was wearing my leggings, shorts and trousers, two pair of socks and six layers above the waist. And my Biggles fur-lined helmet and sheepskin gloves. So I was mostly warm, but I had to keep taking my gloves off to write logs or operate the PDA, so my hands were getting cold.

I parked at the start, and got on the bike. At the first cache I had to do a lift over a stile, and after the second cache, the same, plus a deep ditch to cross, with no bridge. I started to wonder if today was going to continue that way, but as it turned out, those were the only two lifts needed.

On the other hand, when I got to the byway, it was so churned up by vehicles and horses that I had to wheel the bike rather a lot. There was also one stretch so bad that it was only my waterproof boots that stopped me getting a bootful of icy water.

However - I saw my first lambs this year!

When I got home, I wanted to give the bike a wash, but the hose was froze, so that'll have to wait.