Eventful Origami ride to Consall, featuring mud, wind, Bostin' Baps[1], unexpected steam trains[2], a couple of visitations and no less than four offs: Nasty patch of tree-grease on a steep descent, which I skipped over at speeds in excess of R17 without incident, before failing to bunny-hop a drainage channel. The first victim took out the second on his way down. The third lost her front wheel while slowing down to hear the person warning that it was slippery. I didn't witness the fourth. Assorted mud-splatter and minor injuries.
[1] I'm suspicious that this may be a triumph of alliteration over geography, as any fule knows a bap is a cob in "bostin'" territory.
[2] The railway was closed, but some men in orange hi-vis were running a train anyway, presumably for training or testing purposes.