A great pity. On the one hand, the traditional clockwise version on first Saturday or Sunday of January was always a formidable test. The weather could be exceptionally challenging with extremely cold temperatures and ice, torrential (cold) rain, but occasionally there would be some (cold) sunshine.
There was often a headwind out to Malmesbury, where randonneurs would eat their cold sandwiches outside the supermarket in the cold. The leg from Malmesbury to Cirencester was invariably flooded, but climbing the White Way from Cirencester was a chance to get warm before overheating briefly on the steep climbs between Compton Abdale and Chipping Campden. In fact, one edition I got so hot after the steep ramp up to the A40 that it was necessary to cool down...even now I'm unsure if that actually happened.
One year, maybe 2014, the lanes between Malmesbury were inundated, naturally I punctured in a loch. Somehow I managed to change the tube whilst my friend Saul pissed on his fingers to stave off frostbite.
Anyway, after the traditional stop at the Bantam tea rooms, as darkness fell, a posse always formed to tackle the supposedly 'flat' route back. This included a horrific climb up through the woods at Batsford and a nasty drag up to Lyneham. Amazingly, it was never as cold in the dark night air as it was during the day. Deep down, I began to enjoy the ride by the time we had ridden 180 kms and I couldn't feel my fingers and toes any longer.....it felt, I think the word is, ....rewarding.
One time, Phil Dyson had three punctures on the last stretch to Yarnton. We both ran out of tubes and coordination. We were actually on a fastish ride. Needless to say, it was freezing cold, my dribble had frozen and I abandoned Phil to walk back while I finished the ride, collected my car to drive back, and lent him my bike to complete the brevet. Such happy days. Anyone who completes the Poor Student in January has done well, it is a classic audax test of rider and machine taking in some stark winter landscape.
Now then, when I rode it one time in warm Spring sunshine...it was lovely, but where's the story in that?