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.

Some pics:

Dad shreds the rad

Cruising down Long Dale in the Peak District

MUD

Orienteering

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.