Mountain bike in the mist... and I ride to mum's

Andy's Kona Blast on the roadside, Sunday morning. Pic by Andy Smith.

Andy was up early and out in the mist – he rode to the Tatsfield Churchyard – while I slobbed around doing nothing having aborted at around 0300hrs. At 0600hrs when I woke up I realised I'd made the right decision, until I looked out of the window and noticed the magical mist shrouding the trees. Judging by Andy's images (above and below) I missed out on a bewitching ride. At roughly 1045hrs I jumped on the bike and headed over to mum's for a cup of tea and a slice of Christmas cake. Yes, Christmas cake! And let me tell you something: it was fantastic! So was the weather.

Misty morning in the Surrey Hills. Pic by Andy Smith.