8°C, light NW wind, milky sun.
Not ridden for a week due to another exhausting cold. One day, I even suspected I had Corona virus when a cough suddenly started. Today, suddenly, I feel better, so that was a false alarm.
False crown
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Got another one
7°C, brisk W, dry with white cloud,
Got another cold. I decided to use the rule that it’s okay to train if you’re cold is only above the neck. Still, I had no real energy so plodded along the sea wall slowly.
100mins in a gale
7°C, strong SW and ¼ he of heavy rain.
Rain, rain…
7°C, heavy rain and strong SW wind.
Dennis strikes
8°C, strong SW wind, gusts to 50mph. Sunshine too.
Floods are a feature on the landscape today. I left off the overshoes because the temperature was okay forgetting that it’s easy to get wet feet riding through a flood. As it turns out, that is what happened.
Storm to storm
9°C, sunny with light NW.
Slow but steady ride since I’m still recovering from a heavy cold. Oh, well, the coffee was good
Winter fortells spring.
5-8°C, sunny and calm.
Fresh, mild warm air the at doesn’t smell of spring yet. It’s still dark early but uncharacteristically mild. Storms are approaching.
Does this route look rude to you? No? Okay, it’s just me then.
Hills and drizzle
10°C, sunny out but bands of drizzle in the afternoon, light S wind.
In the morning, feeling lively, I took on some hills – Dalton and Bannister. The Arrow is great for long steady miles. The steel frame soaks up the bumps along with 28C tyres set to 70psi. That was a nice ride, not even the rain made it cold.
The frame needs some attention. There are some rusty pits hidden beneath one of the tubes.
Twycross by Arrow.
10°C, sun, light breeze and dry.
The photo was taken near an underground bunker by Elford. Such a strange structure which now has a visitor’s book. Not an official one, but an old sketchbook with a few mindless comments and badly drawn porn.
A slow and steady ride which passed Twycross Zoo. This time of year, their hedges are bare so you can see in. I looked in and two giraffes looked out.
Just like old times when I lived here, the miles effortlessly rolled by on he near empty roads. My mind wandered all over and the effort to ride got lighter and lighter. This bike used to by my steady winter ride (and commuter) but now I have others.
One thing I always like about these silhouette shots is the halo around my head. It’s something in the way leaves reflect light back along their path. I don’t mind the shallow ego boost nonetheless.
Muddy hours on the Mustang.
8°C, grey start turning to rain.
Weather change: we’ve gone from cold and clear to mild and damp. My house hasn’t kept up. The windows were steamed up this morning, remarkably – on the outside! The house must be colder than the air.
The flooding is remarkable, saturated soil and large ponds in any dip a field may have. I put the CX wheels back on the gravel bike. I’m so glad I did that with today’s conditions.
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