The Peak district wasn't as snowy, and indeed one of my teammates was racing in the Dark/White event as well. So we met up early the next morning for the 3 hour orienteering event. I was miserably huddled in my car, as conditions were definitely not icy anymore. The temperature had risen considerably above freezing, but with it had come buckets of rainfall (isolated over the Peaks, from what I can tell of the radar after the fact). It was also what I call gale-force windy...the kind of wind that should not happen unless a hurricane eye is nearby, but somehow does anyway.
We convinced ourselves that since we were there, we should get out of the car and go race. Gavin and I stuck together for company in our miserableness, along with Nick, who left us behind on the first big hill. Starting out of a valley town called Hope,
Gavin met a woman halfway up the hill who had lost her map to the wind (it was probably in London already) and gallantly gave her his map, so he was stuck with riding by my navigation then. She went on to beat us, how fair is that!?!
Once at the top, our route choice took us along country lanes flooded with rainwater. Except that the day before they had been frozen, and still had large ice chunks floating in them. At that point I bitterly regretted not wearing my waterproof socks for warmth! Although after riding through a deep puddle with water up to my bike axles, it would have gone over the top anyway. My feet started a slow decline into a state of frozen numbness.
Our route choices kept leading us farther from Hope,
Postscript: After taking my map off my mapboard, which had been folded on fairly carefully to avoid losing it to the gusts and wet, I noticed that we had missed a nearby control which was under a crease. Bummer. The trials of wind and rain.
But it was fun anyway. Did I just say that?