Three weeks of this month had passed before we were able to swing leg over crossbar and sally forth into the worst winter since the last ice age or whatever the papers are calling it this week. We only managed a couple of rides which were predominantly pushing through snow, mud or water with the odd bit of pedalling between.

The routes were nothing new Guisborough Woods, Kildale and the surrounding area. Neither were as enjoyable as the spicy tomato soup in Glebe Cottage.