The sun was shining and attempting to dry up the waterlogged land. Costumes abounded and some without much more than skivvies as the rule is you ride with one - or you take it all off. The temperature was at 9 celsius so it was obvious from the ruddy back and legs how tough the course was in the cool of fall.
We headed to the jump to catch the thrill of the land and sometimes the fall down the embankment of sand.
This day topped many...and I am so glad I came home to a To-Do list rather than miss out!