The cold, crisp weather highlighted the hills in all their Calderdale glory. It also meant I was freezing and the ambling pace was hardly sweat inducing. I managed a quick coffee for a final few chats before having to drive home Saturday night to catch the plane Sunday morning - I have to say leaving was quite hard. I just don't get to ride with those guys enough any more and I see CG (G as in Chris) about twice a year if I'm lucky.
But there's no better excuse to leave a group of your best mates in the whole wide world having fun and getting drunk gearing up for a hell of a session, than catching a flight to Africa to fulfill a life long ambition; as excuses go, I reckon it's a valid one.
And so to the big story: actually you'll have to wait for that as I've got hundreds of photos to sort through and the garbled ramblings of a daily hand written diary to decipher. It'll all be up on the adventures page very soon. Needless to say, it was ace! Here's a summit day taster:

5 comments:
Ooooo nice pic. Look forward to seeing more!
Gorgeous! I'm also anxious to hear and see. Sorry about not getting to see you off on Saturday. I was a bit her, occupied. ;~)
hey , is that meru in the background or killy ? whizzz
Oooh, thats so pretty. Shame I was busy stumbling and vomiting a kilometre down the mountain. x
Fab photo - a red wine moment for sure :-)
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