It's been dreich for a couple of weeks, so it was nice to wake up to a crystal clear view all the way to Mont Blanc. There was some frost in the garden, but the thermometer says 7C so we're good to go. The road was still wet from the rain yesterday. From my house down to the village is 2km of 10% descent, with several hairpins. On the first of these the back wheel is definitely wandering around. After the bend the road is definitely whitish. Bollocks. I do this without fail once a year. At this point I don't dare try to turn around, and I suspect that it's easier to break traction going up than going down. I'm not even sure I dare stop, and anyway walking back up the hill, or waiting by the bike for a couple of hours for it to melt, doesn't appeal. On I go, at walking pace. Just before the village a pickup pulls out behind me, and I'm endeavouring to wobble to the side of the road to let him past when I see him fish-tailing around in my mirror, after which he settles down and goes even slower than me. He must think I'm insane. So that's it then. The forecast is for rain through to the weekend, so there should be no repeat of this morning's entertainment, then snow down to 700m, lots of it, on Monday. I live at 1000m, so this is my last week on the bike until spring. I'll wash it on Saturday. Ski season, here we come!