On Easter Sunday most of the UK woke up to the white stuff! So what did we do? We went for a drive! ;)

The Focus has a little snow icon - just in case you couldn't see the snow for yourself.

Nice day for a drive in the country - I could hardly see a bloody thing in that glare (so I took a photo).

Our destination was Sherwood Forest about an hour south of York (remember Robin Hood?!)

There's not a lot to do in the forest except walk around and visit Robin Hood's tree known as the Major Oak. Yay.

Not far down the road is Sherwood Pines Forest.

Pines has one of these mid-air obstacle course thingies (more info here). Three hours worth of good physical fun.

Lisa struggled with the very first ladder of the course hahaha - I reminded her we had to leave for Edinburgh tomorrow ;)

I took to it like Tarzan!

The course was bloody fun: cargo nets...

Tightropes...

Zip slides - weeeee!

Since we had our own car for the weekend I threw the bike in the boot just in case we found somewhere worth cycling, and this place was it. By the time we were done playing up in the trees I only had about an hour left for a good burn on the bike before the car park closed. I made the most of that and got back to the car nice and sweaty! I had to take the front wheel off the bike in order to actually fit the bike in the boot of the car. About an hour later when we arrived back in York it suddenly dawned on me that I had no recollection of actually putting the front wheel in the car after stuffing the bike in the boot - FUCK! Considering the price of a new wheel, new tyre, and new brake disc (and a new speedo since the magnet on my wheel that triggers the speedo sensor probably isn't sold as a stand-alone part) I decided to turn around and drive all the bloody way back to Sherwood in the hope my wheel would still be where I left it (there goes the dinner reservation). We got back and hunted around the car park in the dark for a bit but no wheel. Piss, shit, bugger, fuck, bollocks! My assumption was Robin Hood and his possy of merry men had already swiped it and given it to the poor. I got a couple of phone numbers and rung around the following day but nobody knew anything about it.

Accepting I was going to be out of pocket quite a lot of money (the bike is worth over £1,000 so the parts aren't cheap either) I felt like a nice Yorkshire cup of tea, but I wasn't going to stand around in the snow to queue for it. This is a prime example of the British obsession with tea, and queuing.

This was the scene pretty much each night - snow showers. So what to do - eat excessive amounts of food, and drink in the bar beside the river that regularly floods in such weather (good shot of such a flood here!).

More snow en route back to Edinburgh, and one less wheel in the boot :(