As my wife was decidedly under the weather this morning (nothing drink related, she's been soldiering on with a stinking cold for 3 or 4 days now, poor thing) I decided to go out for a couple of hours on that singlespeed "Blue Thing" of mine.
However, once I'd dragged myself up to 1.400 ft I decided that it wasn't such a good idea, as the wind made it a real pain in the ass to try and hold a line on moorland singletrack and I kept getting blown into deep water filled ruts - plus I was finding it bloody hard work. Actually I'd have found it hard work with gears into that wind, let alone on the SS, I'm just too f*cking old...
So I dived down into some forestry (where it was at least sheltered) and test rode some new singletrack that I'd cleared the week before - it'll ride well with a bit more preparation and more use, it just needs to bed down a bit.
So, after a bad start, not a bad ride really - and then home for some Boxing Day nosh ( thanks to the light of my life
) and some good wine too.