Yes, there was Tom, sitting alone, drinking tea, in a splendid pink top, waiting patiently for the deluge of riders to enter. Alas, only me!
Soon we set off and Tom the Pink knew a good lane across Mold Road, which took us up and through floods, as the snow was melting in the dazzling sunshine, to Windy Hill and Ffrith. A motorist stopped to say we couldn't get past the next flood but changing our shoes for flippers we swam on undeterred. Onward to Llanfyndd, and taking turns to choose the way, we did a left and headed out towards Rhydtalog. More snow on the lane meant cycling on the tracks and following the wolf tracks we found ourselves on a main road near the Liver crossroads.
Photograph by Mike McCormick
Tom the Pink set off at a good pace towards Llandegla, into an icy wind, with me hanging on his back wheel. Frozen snow on the road kept us alert and we dropped down into Llandegla, turned left for Wrexham and back to Bwlchgwyn, stopping to take in the panoramic view, before a fast descent to Coedpoeth, Southsea and back to the Alyn Waters Cafe for chicken casserole!
A good hilly 22 mile morning ride and Tom the Pink rode home.