Sunday – got ready to go riding, looked out the front door and the rain was horizontally lashing it down. Time for another cup of tea and a slice of cake, yum. Once that shower had stopped, me and my Monkey rolled out the front door. Trundled up the techy climb to the masts, surprisingly rideable. Headed up the long gravelly climb away from the local resevoirs and over towards Castleshaw. Sat for a bit contemplating the blueness of the sky and the fabness of bikes when my peace was shattered by a couple of fat geezers on motocross bikes. They struggled with the gate for a bit, dropped bikes and generally got a bit frustrated. Karma for being where they shouldn’ta been say I. Then on and over to Marsden. Stopping here and there on the moor to take pics and pick new lines where the ‘crossers have destroyed old ones. It’s a great moorland traverse that one, though take your eye off it for a second and it’ll have you. You’ll either be up to your axles in a bog or riding in totally the wrong ditch! Rode thru Marsden town and out the other side – said hello to the long horn cattle. Headed back towards Castlshaw resevoir and got totally soaked in a thunderstorm. By this time i’d kinda had enough anyways so made for home. First time i’d climbed out of Castleshaw and once the initial techy stuff is done it’s just a slog up the cobbles to the boots. I think it would’ve been a tad more challenging on a singlespeed tho – next time…