One early
Saturday morning, my flatmate and myself decided to meet up with friends
in the heart of the Surrey. The location this time was Gomshall, a
pleasant little circular route that gets the legs working early in the
morning. It was early spring, so still freezing cold so early in the
morning.
The three of us started the route with renewed
enthusiasm - breathing fresh air, riding new routes - are always top
place on our agenda. This particular route started with a nasty hill,
and if you had a big breakfast before hand, you'd soon know about it!
Surviving the hill, we sped along the frozen mud
through beckoning trees, jumped logs, cleared burns and scared the
rabbits. Thoughts of the previous hill was now long gone. Just as well,
because we were about to climb the highest point in the south...
And we couldn't even rest at the top, as our feet
started to freeze! The toes were numb and all we could think about was
the hot chocolate waiting for us at the end of the day's ride. With this
in mind, we sped along towards the end, too happy to sink our teeth into
ham and eggs for lunch.
Back in the car towards London we were all smiles
again - probably knowing that the worst of the pain was now over
