After even more spunk from the sky (snow) on Saturday night, Sunday saw me head back into Wales. All the main routes were blocked so I made use of my cycling knowledge of the back lanes in the countryside. After a while I found a safe parking area, sorted my backpack supplies and hiked out on the deep snow covered roads to see what I could find. In parts the snow had drifted and covered the road to at least 6 foot deep. Eventually I found a field with drifted snow down one side of it that had formed all kinds of rollers, kickers and a natural quarter pipe for at least 50 metres. I also did a few higher hikes up the deeper powder and made tracks with the snow being so dep I was able to cross from field to field going over gates and fences. I had so much fun and I'm that easily pleased that I spent about 8 hours out in the snow..........the really shocking thing about it all was that I didn't
even draw any cocks or build and snow cock and balls. Shit, I hope I'm not growing up.
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