September 27th – It was clear when I left work that there was going to be a good sunset, and it reached it’s peak just as I hit Brownhills. An absolutely stunning sundown, I haven’t seen the like for a good while – the sky appeared to be on fire, with the dying red light reflected on the underside of mackerel clouds.
A great benefit of the shortening of the day is riding home in sunsets like these.
May 10th – I squelched through Walsall Wood on the way home, like a drowned rat. The deluge had been particularly heavy around the ring road, and it had made the traffic aggressive and worrying.
I had something to do in Walsall Wood, and mindful of my promise to bring my friend the best of what was around, I spotted the gorgeous cherry blossom at St. Johns.
The day may have been a washout, but this more than made up for it.
January 8th – Darlaston, Victoria Park, passing through from work on an errand.
It’s early January. The sun came out. Everything felt beautiful. This place…. it has my heart.
Feeling a lot more optimistic now.