Five riders enjoyed sparkling sunshine, stunning forest colours and great company to Hopewell Colliery this morning.
As my writing skills cannot do it justice, I defer my report to Emily Bronte
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
58 miles, 3,700′ ascent @ 14.3mph
