I left Milo to look after Danielle [with help from Rowan] and went a ride. The trouble with the snow is that any hill worth climbing, [the Wolds, the Dales, the North York Moors] is likely still to have ice on it. So I plot a route all around York. It is a journey through a very sodden landscape. The route crosses the
Ouse, the
Derwent, the Foss, the
Ure, the
Nidd and the
Wharfe and all of them are swollen and flooded. It is hard to imagine the ground ever being dry again. A good ride though, my back held up well to 80 miles.
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