a couple of smallish river/stream crossings up to hub height
Rubbish - I managed to go up to my armpits in shite last time!
Used to do this every year but not been in ages, last time I was stitched up royally - we'd done the longest route on the Saturday, plus an eight mile round trip from the bunkhouse and raced every damn hill (back when I were fit then
), then drank till I could barely see, finishing up with an impromptu pool contest with the locals (difficult when you can't see for 12% ale) at goodness knows when in the morning. All well & good except half of the dirty scum I'd gone with had snook off back for a good nights kip & left me drinking with the downhillers (it was the first year the club began to split - some of the crazy fools had as much as 4" of travel! Craaa-zeee...), who had no intention of riding the next day on such extreme and inappropriate machinery
So I got woken up, very confused, by a bunch of fresh-faced gits & did day two semi-paralytic on two hours sleep - hence me ending up face-first in the biggest, smelliest bog in all of Wales (on my fourth attempt to ride it instead of walking around it like everyone else).
I feel better for getting that off my chest...
Hope I can make it this year, will check my diary (you all know what that means