forecast was for a clear cold night and it didn't disappoint. met Ian for some initially very cheeky riding down the Badger set footpath, those cheeky scamps spoil heaps make for some entertaining "woops" you just have to watch out that the hole where the spoil came from isn't just out of sight on the other side of the woop! at the bottom end of the trail it narrows dramatically with one side a high blackthorn hedge and the other barbed wire, unfortunately in places it's narrower than my bars. these caught in the hedge and brought me to a dead stop and then i had difficulty getting going again, flapping round like a fish on a boat deck, much to Ian's amusement. we took the Finstall bridleway to the canal, got accosted by a bloke in a WWII flying jacket who suddenly appeared out of the darkness asking about our lights, we took the towpath down and left the canal by Tylers lock to use the resevoir Bridleway, which has a steep downhill section, this was very greasy and slick, we both experience front and rear involuntary drift which was an interesting experience at speed. we stopped at the resevoir to gaze at the abundance of stars in the clear sky and take some long exposure pictures. then, as we turned to blast down the final canal section, patchy mist drifted in and brought very cold air with it, as you do in these situations both of us mentioned the film "The Fog" and speeded up a bit! as we split to make our different ways home and i began the final climb up an the old lane the mist just got thicker and thicker and i ended up riding by memory as all i could see in the lights was dense fog, very spooky!