Crisp. Clear. Still. Really still. Really cold too. 5 layers good. Under gloves and overshoes. Buff and double Buff. Spin to warm up. Don't. Moon joins me at my level. Climb to warm up. Sort of do. Climb slow and steady, steep chalk. Grip gone, it's all about balance. Subtlety. Deft manouvers. Stop. Breathe. Pee. Look. Awe. Planes, trains and automobiles go about their silent business. As do sheep. Moon accompaniment now overtaken and being drawn up through the cloud veil. Seaside lights shimmer. Lives carry on. Freezing fog envelopes the valleys and lowlands. Decend into it. Whisps of that cold you only get at night in random gulps along the road back. Drawn home by booster signals of pub after pub dinner. Church bells signal approach to the village. End. Embrace. Wool and down. Tea. Pizza. Bed. BEST RIDE OF MY LIFE.