The road less travelled.

The winter equinox has come and gone, but we're still firmly in the grips of winter. Cold, wet, windy, if you're unlucky it will be all three as you roll out into the early morning gloom.

The hills offer some shelter from the cold winds, and the rolling hills of back country roads have gone from a shortcut to a destination, to being the destination. Winding two abreast along a narrow road, chatting without having to worry about motorised traffic is almost relaxing. You slip past sleepy houses, fog clinging to the hollows, there is a peacefulness to the world, well, until someone decides to attack.



The surface might not be ideal, but going up a climb, hearts in the mouth, hoping that your legs will hold out longer than everyone else, the vibration is worth it, simply because there is nothing to take you from the moment.



On that last little road, when the sun rises just above the trees to add some needed warmth to the road, the air, and to tired legs, you'll know that the path less travelled by has made all the difference.