Riding seems to be opening up so many experiences and memories that are truly stunning, possibly completely different to what I might normally be be experiencing, is it just me or does it seem to feel even more special to be out on my bikes at the moment?
If you've read this you know I'm hooked on riding up to the hill 'My Mountain', but the past few rides have topped most I've ever had up there.
We find these places we cherish and we keep returning and there are many reasons or just the one. I'm not going to write a whole bunch but just let these photos do the talking. This wasn't case of the right place at the right time, as I had planned to be there, at this time and hour or so before sunset. What I never expected was the ponies walking into view, or riding up and seeing them so chilled out and rested on the grass, or my dog just getting up onto the rock to check the vista, even without the bribe of a biscuit in return for a photo of him looking all majestic, as much as a border terrier can be. It felt like it was his first time up there in nearly five weeks so wanted to just take it all in. Anyway, hope you like the photos of the past few nights riding.