The start of the weekend

Early on Saturday morning I was weaving between slim trees on a winding single track path that was covered with a multi-coloured carpet of leaves. My legs were aching and my heart was beating hard, as the fresh crisp morning air was filling my hungry lungs.

Those that know me, will know that exercise is nearly always the corner stone of a good time for me and mountain biking in the woods was a great start to a fantastic weekend.