10°C, strong wind & heavy showers
Cycling: those cables did the job. Nice clean gearshifts at last.
66 miles.
Linseed: Wasn’t going to post a picture today, but having put in another hour, it’s clearer where this picture is going. The blue veins will be pulled right back, the colour needs to be quite strong for now so it’s ready for the next frotte. Also, I plan to change the profile around the chin.
I’ve noticed that pictures at this stage don’t show changes as obviously in photos posted online. Perhaps tomorrow a close-up then?
Micycle 
Ah yes. When the Great Sage Lempiddock Fo’csle expired, he breathed these words to his closest acolyte:
"….veering North East. Squally showers later."
What could the Illustrious One have meant? A whole school of phisosophy has made it its mission to reveal the deeper spiritual meaning behind these mysterious words.
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All I know is that I spent the day running away from squally showers and suffered the indignity of my coat skirts blowing up into my face and my brolly turning itself inside out – whenever it wasn’t dragging me into the traffic.
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I was quite happy cycling in it until the trip home, then it turned into a fight. The gusts were quite bad-tempered and did their best to disrupt my journey.
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