Grant and I decided to miss the thermal spa trip and head up the mountain for our last day of riding. It seemed like a good idea at the time (though Grant would have rather been drinking G&T by the pool), but feelings were to change.
You still taking photos of me?
I will talk to you later Andy, at the moment just in case you hadn't realised I am climbing a hill.
Ooops - no helmet - well it was getting hot and sweaty under there.
Does my bum look big in this?
About 6km from the top the clouds came down along with a nice drizzle.
Grant approaching the summit
At the summit - the cafe was closed , so all those thoughts of a nice hot drink at the top were quashed.
On the way down the roads were covered in fallen leaves, the rain was pelting down, it was bloody cold and i couldn't keep my wheel still - i was shaking like a leaf. It was very cold and horrible.
Once home we dumped the bikes and it was a long soak for me. Rosemary kindly brought me a cup of tea which i enjoyed in the bath - relieved that we had got back in one piece and grant had not throttled me.
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