Dad and I pedalled out for our annual post-Boxing day ride. I have rarely ridden in such amazing light – the whole landscape bathed in rich sunlight as the air chilled your skin. Right up until the sun set at the top of the final descent.
Dad shreds the rad
Cruising down Long Dale in the Peak District
Dad and I in Youlgreave – the final descent was muddy to begin with, but I had to grin and bear it when I approached the gate at full speed, spraying mud and cow shit in all directions. When we reached the first pub a family came out and simply began laughing at us – rightly so.