So Sunday morning, for no apparent reason my body clock decided that 5 am was just the kind of time I needed to be awake for. After staring at the glare of my phone for some form of indication of the days weather I got up and decided that today, I was riding to Derbyshire.
The plan was to nip to the Blackrocks first, scramble to the top, have a quick woodland wander, and then head into Matlock for a coffee and a slice of cake. The weather had initially looked somewhat Chernobyl-esk (a few fellows in Adidas tracksuits adding to the ambience) and so I packed the rain cover but headed out in the leather jacket as I didn’t fancy arriving like a sweaty mess.
Crucially at this point it hadn’t actually rained, never the less a few minutes passed this it began to consistently drizzle, but having nowhere decent to stop I continued. Fast forward to the A38 and it absolutely shit it down, with no choice but to continue I arrived at the Blackrocks looking like a bedraggled brown rat.
The pictures don’t quite capture the overall weather, but this vid should give you an idea:
Following this I took a ride into Matlock, sadly it appeared the weather had kept away all but the most hardy of bikers 💪.
After a spot of lunch, raiding the local shell shops and consuming the required caffeine, I headed back the way I had come and what followed was essentially 3 hours of driving rain…
Well, it can’t be lovely everyday, can it?
Valheru Rides! 
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