First tentative ride of the autumn in Epping forest and it didn’t disappoint. The trails are customary muddy, not a surprise, but the fallen leaves covering the tracks allow for some nice little surprises…like this deadly bog I dove in head first. Invisible until I got right on it, front wheel got stuck right in and next thing I knew I was knees and elbows deep in it…and sinking.
Hands and feet macerating in some of that refined Epping terroir – which I also had a good taste of just to make sure. One hour from home and it wasn’t looking good. At least last night’s hangover was gone 
