A year ago, a couple of weeks before Christmas, I was riding a mountain road in the north of Scotland.
This year, I’m going to be riding a different mountain road, a much more dangerous and more dangerous one.
It’s the Mount Baldy road, and it is also the only road I’ve ridden in a week.
It was the second day of the year, but I still had to deal with snow.
The next morning, I had to go back up the road and climb up another hill, this time from a very steep angle.
It wasn’t the most challenging climb I’ve had to make, but it was still a challenge.
The snow that fell at the end of the climb wasn’t so heavy that it hurt me or made me feel uncomfortable, but the cold had certainly changed my mood.
This is the first time in my life that I’ve been in a really bad mood and I was going to ride through it again the next day.
In this photo, I have a bit of the wind, which is an obvious sign that I was in a bad mood.
It could be a sign of the cold, the wind blowing through the snow, or just my mental state.
I wasn’t able to ride in the snow until I was almost halfway up the mountain, and I hadn’t ridden in the wind in over two years.
I think it was about a week before Christmas when I realised that I would be on the mountain again for another year.
The first thing I did was check on the weather forecast.
At about 3pm, the forecast called for a high of 5C, and we were getting about a metre of snow on the road.
On the second and third day of Christmas, the weather was much better, but still the road was slippery.
This was a good sign, as I hadn.
But I didn’t have any idea how I was supposed to get up the steepest hill when the road is so slippery.
The only thing I could do was keep my eyes on the hill.
I started to push on the pedals and it was a struggle to keep going.
As I pushed harder and harder, the road gave way.
Then, in the middle of the snow storm, a tree came down on top of me.
I thought it was my neighbour, so I got out of the car and ran towards him.
He was in the path of the tree and he got out his axe.
I was scared and didn’t know what to do.
He said that he’d taken a couple hours to cut the tree down, and that he was going down there for a few hours to chop the tree.
I thought, I’ve done it.
After about a minute, I realised I was still on the snow road. I didn: a) stop and think; b) be scared; c) be a bit mad.
The next thing I knew, I got to the top of the hill and found myself in a field of grass.
We drove around the field, looking for a spot to sit down and watch the sun rise.
Once the sun rose, the fields turned into a huge field of green.
I went over to sit and watched the sunrise.
Eventually, I saw that the sun had risen even higher.
It felt like it was coming from the sky.
A couple of minutes later, I felt the cold hit me again.
I felt like I’d been up on a mountain for three days and it hadn’t come to me.
By this point, the snow was starting to turn into snow again.
With the snow still in place, I started thinking about how to get out of there.
The road was still slippery and the snow on it was getting deeper and deeper.
It was going into a stormy area where I didn, as the weather changed.
When the storm started, the rain stopped, and the road had to be cleared out.
This photo shows the road after the snow has cleared up, and you can see the road going up the hill again.
On Christmas Eve, I decided to go out for a walk.
There was a bus stop right by the road, but we didn’t go there, and there were plenty of other places we could go.
My plan was to go to a different village, and then return the following morning, to start my winter off on a good foot.
The morning after Christmas, it was raining heavily, and so were the roads.
That evening, the cold came through again, and as I got dressed, the sun was still up.
What was it about the cold that made me start to feel that I needed to ride again?
I had been feeling pretty bad and wasn’t really feeling good.
However, as soon as the sun went down, I knew that it wasn’t going to last.
Now, if you look at the pictures I took of the