Yesterdays weather, even by our standards, was vile, snow, ice cold rain, strong winds, icy underfoot and on tarmac (and these were the good bits) So what better day than a day like this for the first meeting of Red Kite Riders since October 2014. Three plucky souls, read idiots, set out in various colour and quality Lycra and managed 18 miles before hypothermia and the threat of Polar Bears forced them back home again.
Meanwhile Chester was found braving the elements, not through choice but because a naughty Ryeland called Daffodil fancied a dry warm stable and Chester being the big woosey had been evicted.
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