Looks like I spoke too soon, winter isn’t done with us yet. Happily, it being a Sunday, I got chance to go out and play in the fresh white stuff, rather than just having to deal with the fallout from whatever plans the weather might have scuppered. The drifts whipped up by the strong easterlies that brought us this latest dose of freezing fun made a 100mm fall quite the challenge to slog through in places. Whilst the Krampus is pretty good in these conditions, it hangs up like any other bike when it hits serious depth, so I did spend a fair bit of time pushing, and even ended up with the bike on my back fighting through waist deep powder on occasion. It’s very satisfying to break a completely new trail over a frozen moor, though, and pleasant to be out on the edge of things away from everyone else, even if you aren’t actually riding everything entirely cleanly.Once past the drifts I did manage to get all the way down Ramsden Road without a single dab, which was quite pleasing as it was hard to see where the usual massive rocks and ruts were lurking under the windblown spindrift. Where the snow wasn’t too deep the ground was lovely to ride over, squeaky powder alternating with crunchy frozen mud. A few short sections into the biting headwind were quite tough going, and my hands got a bit cold towards the end, but mostly I stayed dry and comfortable. I finished off my loop with a slightly daft jaunt to the top of the closed A6024, better known as Holme Moss. Traction was pretty poor despite there only being an inch or two of snow cover on the road, mostly because the snow was grit-melted slush, compacted in places by the passage of a few One-Life-Live-It-Let’s-Offroad types, and the regular drifts, whilst smaller than those encountered earlier, were deep enough to stop me dead. I kept on slogging to the top helped by the hefty tail-wind, took the obligatory photograph to prove my daring ascent, and then quickly turned around into the teeth of a properly biting polar blast.I had to pedal most of the descent just to keep moving against the gale, and even further down out of the worst of it I think I topped out at about 10mph. This was largely in the name of safety, as any serious attempt to manoeuvre on the frequent drifts escalated into entertaining fishtails across the carriageway, and I was highsided off into the powder a couple of times. But by the time I reached Lane village the road was clear and I dropped back into the valley at more normal speeds, freezing my hands in the process. It was an enjoyable expedition out into what are pretty novel conditions here in the normally drizzly north, and I enjoyed the challenge of slogging through the drifts, but I think we can all agree that winter has made its point more than adequately. It’s time for spring now, please.