Home before midnight, which is some kind of record.
That's the second time this season that I've had to brush the frost off my saddle before heading home.
Only 14 miles, but it was a beautiful clear, crisp night. The moon was a very striking orange/red narrow crescent, just above the horizon.
Andyf, chief, Tomsk, myself and David (not yet of this parish) had a lovely time drinking the S&C stokers Ale, Dark Star Hophead and another brew that I tried, enjoyed and forgot the provenance of
BTW - I thawed myself out very enjoyably once I got home since mrs_o had cooked a vat of yummy soup earlier, into which I emptied the rest of my chopped scotch bonnets in olive oil. mmmmmmmmmmmm tasty!