March 28th – I’d been in Birmingham seeing a client and returned from Shenstone in a gap in the rain, down wet lanes, glistening and dripping in the odd light of a clearing sky.

The wind was against me and I was cold, but there was something captivating about the quiet and the sound of my tyres on the wet tarmac.

Winter seems endless this year. I just want to feel the sun on my face and the warmth to ride without a jacket a little.

Not too much to ask, is it?

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