+7C, clear and falling. After a rainy start, sun & cool westerly.
Took the fixed-wheel bike up in the Lancashire hills near Chorley. I had to do something I never do- I got off and pushed. Changing down was, of course, not an option on that bike. the ride worked out well though, on the shorter climbs it was a good bike to be on. the road surfaces are bad there, more than can be blamed on the harsh winter I’d say.
-1 to +9°C, no clouds. 20 mi commute.
That new saddle is good, probably the most comfortable I have yet had. I tend to do my longest rides on the summer racing bike, so it will probably end up swapped with the other Bontrager saddle on there.
It’s wide and quite flat on top apart from a dip in the middle which is supposed to improve the blood circulation in your gentleman-vegetables.
Sun rose at 06.35 this morning, it came up a peculiar egg shape, but clearly felt better after gaining some height. the frost was hard, but did it feel less cold after some time with milder weather- I don’t know.
the old saddle reveals how it slices through clothes- this plastic edge is both sharp and ragged:
3~7C Sun. 49 miles in West Lancs.
It was like cgi, the other night. Bessie, the old dog, was lying asleep uncovered. She wakes shivering some mornings so I pulled out the fleecy blanket that I nicked form an airline. Maybe it was the acrylic, maybe her own dog-fur, but it all light up. A momentary pure white but faint glow light her up.
+4°C, grey until the sun came out too late.
We’re stuck in a loop, cold grey nights and sun that breaks out in afternoons. The same commute on the same bike all week, leave work at the same time but somehow the groundhog feeling is diluted by the growing light. I know this is droning on, but really, 4 months of near zero and I’m tired of it.
My saddle has eaten through my trackies, it has stitching on top and I blame this with its friction burning though the fabric.
8°C, W winds, no clouds (yesterday) CK:44 miles.
They don’t get as much showery weather as us- it’s the coastal climate I’d say. To pay back for that, there are the stronger westerly winds.
Nice long cycle ride in the black flatlands of Lancashire. The 42×17 is just right for that landscape, I have finally decided. In an ideal world, I’d change the handlebars for slightly wider ones 44cm ones (like my other bikes). Wider bars feel right when out of the saddle “honking”.
4~6°C, soft drizzle. 54Miles.
Hazel catkins announce the coming spring this year. Wait for the minute female flowers, the real pearl is there.
Is that the right name?
6°C, downpour morning, grey afternoon
Said to lodger:
“You know a breadbin is meant for bread, nothing else, just bread?;
Not for carrots, or tomatoes, just bread“
I don’t know why this happens, this kind of thing. If I did understand, then I’d feel none of the fizzy irritation that I get now.
Anyone?
Now on holiday, a much longed for break though I woke at 05.30 feeling refreshed. I can get lots done today. It’s a double because the lodger is away for the week.
5°C, grey & no real wind
Good enough for rides to work, barely any ice and all this is a rut the skies are stuck in. Will the half term really be that wet?
Wind howling down the chimney, I can see rain out there.
RottenTomatoes, they cover much of what’s to be said about this. My impression? Violent, reasonably well shot, long, but I missed a character that I could like. Perhaps there was one or two, but even so, the lead men left me wishing something bad would happen to them. But hold on, something does!
Now for some peaceful gardening- A peony, and 4 others in a bag that means I can’t remember which is which. Each is just a muddy rootball wrapped in plastic. I dunno.
10°C, sunny/ 48 miles
The garden awakes from its slumber, the sun is uninterrupted & the air warm. Better ride then, before cold air & rain of tomorrow arrives. We’re emerging from that cloying stigian darkness.
How delightful to get out on the bike, it’s been too long. Normally, I get 1,000 miles done by Easter, but that looks doubtful this year. It’s more important I know, to get fit but the mileage is a some sort of measure of this.
Micycle 