December 26th – Returning down The Parade into Brownhills, a mist was rising and rain was falling. It was a miserable night.
The lights and mist combined though, and there was something eerily magical – if not a little unsettling – about it.
I was glad to get home.
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December 26th – A ride up to the Chase on a windy but beautiful day. Starting late, I had to be back early too, so it was a bit of a race with a good companion who’s considering buying a bike and borrowed a steed for the occasion.
Near Cuckoo Bank, we saw a herd of deer in a roadside copse – I assume they’d moved off Chasewater which was very busy, to avoid the dogs and crowds of folk enjoying a Boxing Day walk.
In the low sun, the dear looked beautiful, and there were at least ten or more loafing in the scrub. I didn’t take these photos, my companion did, but they’re too good not to use.
A lovely ride.
December 26th – A quick blast around Chasewater on what seemed a reasonably pleasant day – but I’d just headed out at a time when the wind was low.
There trails on the north heath were fun but very, very muddy.
Everything is so wet right now… I wish it would dry up a bit.
December 26th – I nipped out again in the evening. Crossing the tollroad bridge at Pool Road, I took a shot of a deserted M6 Toll. For quite a long time, there were no passing cars at all. So quiet.
It’s like a ghost-road. But then, everywhere was quiet, I don’t think I saw a soul. Christmas renders everywhere ghostly, I guess.
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