#365daysofbiking The daily grind:
25th November – A mechanical job that should have been easy was far from it. Replacing brake discs resulted in a struggle with seized fasteners, the failure of a brake calliper and the discovery that the parts I thought I had in the spares box brand new for this eventually were in fact the wrong ones.
The front disc was so badly worn it was starting to warp.
For a job I thought would take 15 minutes and leave me bags of time to get out turned into hours and I was lucky to get time for tea…
Perhaps I shouldn’t leave it so long next time.
#365daysofbiking Stars on earth:
October 27th – A grey, very very low day where things again went horribly wrong. I’m not having much luck with weekends at the moment.
Riding back from a fools errand in Walsall Wood, on the canal between Catshill Junction and the Silver Street Bridge, I noticed that the colony of earthstar fungus that I thought last winter’s cold weather had killed off completely has actually survived with some decent examples.
Hopefully some decent weather might help the group recover and re-spore successfully to give them some better years in future.
A rare bright spot in a very grim, down day.
September 15th – A bad day in many ways, when not much seemed to go to plan. It wasn’t very bad, just loads of minor irritations – and the weather; occasionally sunny and deceptively warm, but at other times almost painfully chilly, as if winter’s fingers were starting to get their grip on things.
The first tinges of the oncoming cold and dark are always the hardest, and this year they’ve come a lot sooner that I expected – but we have kind of got used to Indian summers in recent years, so perhaps this is a return to normal.
I came back from work in heavy, intemperate traffic having to make a call near Streets Corner, and all the while the skies to the south were showing evil intent.
When I got home, mercifully before the rain came – I realised how glad I was to be back.
Some days, home is the best place to be.