This was one of the best rides i have ever done. There was a very good turn out this very cold morning, 8 of us all met up at Clapham and wrapped up for what we thought was going to be a very cold ride. We set off for the climb through the tunnels and by the time we all arrived at the top, articles of clothing were being taken off. We had some falls, Mark about 3 times, Des but he had to dive out of the way before Paul ran over him, Dazza fell in the snow and ended up on his back with his legs in the air.....beached whale comes to mind. Craig not sure what happened but it could have just been old age!!....and George did some acrobatics because he couldnt stop. Hopefully Des will add a bit more about the actuall route. Good food was had at the New Inn in Clapham, roll on next Sat. 
Thanks Dazza, I hadn't realised you were doing a write-up, so here's my version.
Another good turn out this week with eight of us making the short journey to Clapham, (Nice to see Dave 1st ride this year) for this short but very enjoyable ride. The weather was kind to us, even though temperatures were sub zero, we had plenty of sunshine. (although Dave wasn’t to keen on the wind) The ride starts with a steep climb up through the tunnels, (remember to remove your sunglasses) this warmed us up nicely. As we climbed higher the temperature dropped and the terrain became increasingly icy with more snow, time for the first fall of the day, Cheets binned is bike on a short descent back to the road, up in a flash still with is sense of humour intact we carried on towards Feizor via a bridal way. Before we reached Feizor we crossed a small narrow bridge where the now famous Bogtrotter came to his peril, four of us riding it, the other four (Paul, Eds bitch Dazza, Neil & Cheets) forming a splinter group ‘The Pussypackers’ electing to get off & push. Just as Neil was telling us about doing an epic trail in Norfolk where the highest climb would be over a dyke, we came to a stiff little climb out of a little hamlet called Wharfe. (Go Neil!) After following bridal ways for a few miles we turned into the wind & started the climb (in the snow) up to the top of Long Scar. As we sat at the top taking a breather Dazza tried his best to get us to sing ‘All you need is love’ so he could get us on Granada Reports. We now come to the descent down past Trow Gill, (What a laugh) who didn’t fall off in the snow drifts? Cheets & George racing each other to the bottom culminating in Cheets binning his bike again. (Ouch that’s gunna hurt in the morning) Eventually we arrived back in Clapham via the tunnels still in one piece, (I don’t how) after a quick change into the New Inn for much deserved pint & good food.
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