Malham Moor

With a few options in my pocket, I headed out towards Kettlewell after Rich came back with a soaking.  It looked like I had a small weather window so I took the opportunity despite feeling a little jaded.

I chose a fine trundling speed and felt good at the turning for Malham so off I went, enjoying one of my favourite Dales roads.  It was beautifully quiet as it so often is and selfishly, I'm hoping they might close the road again to fix yet another collapsed cattle grid - doubly quiet given bikes can sneak round.  This was the route I was going to do the other day when I had a puncture at the bottom of the road.  Maybe it was ESP.