The roads around where we live were icy all day this weekend. Fat tyres might have coped, but skinny ones certainly wouldn't.
So it was time dig out the crampons and axes to head to the hills.
Liz and I feel it's a good thing not to have any 'Munros' on the peninsula, because that means the stunningly beautiful mountains here are largely deserted.
We were the only people on Garbh Bheinn on Saturday.
The snow was soft enough not to need the crampons we carried, yet compact enough to make descending really quick. The brisk wind blew snow showers and low cloud overhead. Very little of it lingered.
It helped with the cycle training. I think. Lots of repetitive leg movements and elevated heart rate has to be good, right? Hope so...