There's been a very hard frost here and although it's remained quite clear and bright
all day, it hasn't been able to shift the frost.
So, I'm on the road, it's nice 'n' quiet and I'm steadily going along on my MTB.
Up ahead riding on the footpath which runs alongside the road is a young chap on his bike.
In next to no time I'm alongside him and now very slowly getting ahead.
Very slowly - because he's seen me and now upped his pace.
I'm not racing, I'm far from in the mood for it, the icy conditions being one of them.
If he'd seen just how quickly I'd reeled him in, then I'm certain he wouldn't have been so eager
The paths around here are an ice rink and Jack Frost wanted a piece of his ass.
I then heard a lot of different noises.
By the time I glanced around he was already slowly picking himself back up.
More snow forecast for tomorrow.