Winter riding: at ’cross purposes

by M

Incurable half-wheeler, excellent photographer and all round extremely average friend Jack Luke led me astray on a ’cross ride recently. Jack’s the sort of masochist that shoots sports on medium format, but because I am worth but mere snapshots, he only brought his DSLR this time. All photos in this post are his.

There was mud:

CdF mud

There were leaves:

There were moody rides into the distance:

There may have been a dog:


There was bleak Scottishness:


There was singletrack:

And there was an ironic, but still very cold, river crossing:

The moral of the story is: I may know Jack, but neither does he.