Sunday February 7th 2021 – Out on a short ride up to Aldridge, it was bitingly cold and I could sense winter coming in again for another go.
I don’t mind the cold; it’s life affirming and just part of life’s pageant, after all, but I’m aching for this winter to end. The foreboding told me my relief would still some way off.
The canal was grey and the towpath hedgerow still very much of the season, and the ride was hard work.
Oh well, while you’re marching you’re not fighting…