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Adapt, adjust

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 5°C. NE Winds, some rain

A break in-between storms and ice. So, ride to work, a desperately needed exercise. It’s been over a week, legs have been fizzing for half of that , but something lies in wait for me, a threat.
Remarkable how bodies adjust to the cold, after a cold spell, the respite seems quite warm, like today. No more am I suffering with chills when the air is 6°C, that now feels comfortable. It was those days below -2 that drove tolerance to lower temperatures.

Time speeds up?

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2°C, clear.

We are all too aware that time speeds up, or seems to. I have a suggestion about this; time is running reasonably steady but our memory is getting better as we grow older. This day last year; was Entrance exam at work and it seems no time since that happened. "It seems like no time since we were last doing this"- you know the feeling. Is that because my memory is gradually getting better and I can therefore recall it more clearly as each year passes.

Isn’t that a better alternative to "time is accelerating away from us". A wine-glass-half-full way to look at it!

Two weeks ago- a Miracle!

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As ever,Sunday- out cycling – something happened that day though that had a real effect on me.

Cycling in Leicestershire from Staunton Harold heading south, Normanton Le Heath I think it was. It was a beautiful day, witha light wind from the North West. Suddenly, right in front of me a bird flew low over the road, which they often do – probably to use ground effect but this one crashes in to a tumbling heap and fluttered violently into the gutter. I hate seing birds dying.

I rode on a little way, thinking what can I do and as soon as it was safe, turned round. When I got back to the spot, it was lying motionless on it’s back, a sparrow. I decided to move it to the grass verge just to er.. let nature take care of it. So I took my gloves off and cupped my hands around it to pick it up.

Suddenly it jerked itself upright, and was standing on it’s feet. I carefully put my hands around it’s lil’ fragile body ready to lift it without damaging any feathers. It wriggled free and with aflutter flew from between my thumbs towards a tree across the road, ( in the direction it came from first). this time it seemed to have no trouble flying straight, no trouble at all.

So as you can see, it’s a Miracle. One of my cycling friends suggested that it was woken from it’s state of shock/concussion by the warmth of my hands. But of course they are wrong, I do miracles!