Well that was fun! Everything was going well until we reached that boggy section. The path whilst obvious for the first 200m suddenly become less obvious. In fact, the path you're meant to take is only clear once you've gone back down it. It's really easy to miss...especially in the conditions we had. We had to call a halt because time was ticking on. Up until that point it had been a mixture of endurance, frustration and lot's of concentration.
The rocks with the rain (and first rain for a while) meant it was like cycling on marble. It was impossible to cycle out of Litton up the single track. After a while, once the rain had covered everything it was a case of ploughing through and gaining as much momentum as you could to keep steady and not slip off. That was a lot of fun and a really good stretch of the legs. You guys up north are very fortunate to have such excellent climbs; they really make my Kent / Surrey hills look like bumps.
Thankfully the Manomano kept it together and was a lot of fun to ride. Thank goodness 6foot had his chain link tool otherwise his chain-snapping moment would have resulted in a VERY long walk home.
COME ON 6FOOT!
Luckily we didn't drop off...
Averting the ride meant 10 miles of tarmac which in any other situation would be rubbish. Instead we got a lung busting climb and a fantastic 2-3 mile decent down the Dale back to Litton.
There's always next time...