Having spent all saturday dressed as a monkey, 4 hours on the high ropes course, 2 jumps from a 40ft platform and an evening of drunken debauchery, I know return to the tracks and trails with a lingering headache and an angry liver.
So just a quick one tonight, stopped off at The Drakes Trail carpark at Grenofen on my way home from work. Strangely the car ( or probably me) didn't want to turn off the main road, it just wanted to go home and curl up in the foetal position and whimper. But i convinced it otherwise and managed an hour 'hooning' around the trails, through the woods and through the river a few times. Wasn't the most focussed session ever but something is better than nothing ? The bath was full of undergrowth and my eyes and hair full of flies...happy days.
Looking forward to some serious muddy miles on thursday with Mr Fox