While waiting for the Christmas Turkey to cook I went for a ride on the mtb.
The snow was deep and crisp and even, just like it should be. The ride up from the house was lovely - deep snow up through the fields and across to the moors.
The sun was shining and the blue sky dappled with white clouds.
Just me and my shadow
The only sound was the snow crumpling under my wheel
and the sound of me breathing.
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