I headed for the Peak District.
Looking through a millstone at the side of the road.
A wind swept tree reminded me why progress was slow.
I was at the side of the road fumbling with my camera when I realised I wasn't the only one daft enough to be out on sub-zero boxing day.
And then I saw some more!
Another cyclist. Here the road became incredibly icy as I gained height. Confidence in my smooth Continental City Contact tyres was becoming shaky at this point! I left the front brake well alone - squeezing the back brake on this type of surface (when riding in a straight line!) can give you valuable feedback on how much grip there is. Maybe studded tyres for the next icy ride?
Big sky and a beautifully bleak frozen wilderness.
A group of runners meeting at the roadside and heading onto the moors. They must be mad!