It was pretty bad up on Cold Fell, and a lot of riders (myself included) just weren't prepared for it. I mean, I knew it was going to be wet, and I thought that four layers up top, winter gloves, and oversocks would be enough. It wasn't. I was stopped at Calder Bridge and told that I'd have to wait to be rescued as I was showing signs of hypothermia. In the end, after lots of hot sweet tea and a 90 minute spell in a survival blanket, I was able to finish under my own steam. If anyone's hysterically bored, I wrote about it here:
http://nronketti.wordpress.com/
Top marks to all the marshals, medics, and helpers who spent all day out in the miserable conditions, to the spectators who smiled, clapped, and encouraged us all, and to everyone involved with the running of the event. And best wishes to everyone that crocked themselves on the descents, Wrynose in particular was just plain scary in those conditions.