Last Night

Although the Thursday evening run up to the end of the Winter Hill tarmac, past the trig point, was almost becoming the norm last winter, don't seem to have done it much recently.  So last night Steve, Tilly and I decided to give it a spin. We set off on wet roads in falling sleet, passing "Norman's" assembling hill group at the bottom of Foxholes.

As we climbed, the precipitation gradually hardened until by the first cattle grid it was stinging our faces.  Near the trig point there was a complete, new covering of snow, making the footing slightly awkward, depending on whether there was tarmac, or last month's residual drifts underneath.

By the end of the tarmac road, in virtually arctic (do they say "antarctic" in the Southern Hemishere?) conditions it was difficult to believe the wet scenes we had left down in the town.

Descending back the way we had come needed a little more care than the ascent, but we returned to the cars without incident and deemed it more of an expedition than some of our lower Thursday routes.