Other commitments come before mountain biking at the moment, through the winter mountain biking fits in around life, as opposed to the other way round. The last few years however, a few days spent riding Cumbrian trails as established itself as a commitment not to be missed. This year was no different. We didn’t get lucky with the weather, but three very damp days amongst the big hills of north warmed the sole, metaphorically if not physically. Above Josh amidst the spooky woods of Whinlatter. It was not weather for photos or big hills, and whilst we tried both, this is probably the only one worth forcing down the internet tubes. It’ll be summer soon enough….