Years ago back in the time when the British Isles had four distinct seasons a year, you could almost be guaranteed a few hours warm evening sunshine at the end of the day and perfect dry trails to enjoy.
After spending much of the day looking at the rain lashing against the office window, the trees almost bent double with the wind and later finding half of my garden fence in next doors garden, I was beginning to wonder if it was a good idea to lead the evening ride. Even driving to Reigate Heath I was secretly hoping for nobody turning up so I could abandon and go home via the pub!
A surprise then that 8 hardy MTB’ers, including new recruit Donnell, gathered in the drizzle for the start, where we headed off via the old kilns at Betchworth, taking in a couple of killer climbs to Box Hill where the weather miraculously cleared. From there it was literally downhill all the way, a quick blast through some singletrack towards Brockham (where unfortunately Donnell’s evening was cut short with a mangled chain) and pushed on battling against the fading light to the Skim. After some brisk liquid refreshment we were done and dusted by nine. All in all a good evening ride, not quite the damp squib I originally thought!