February 12th – Around 9pm at the far end of the same day. Bloxwich station.
I felt really tired, and can barely recal riding home. My stomach was uncomfortable and I needed home, tea and a hug.
But I’d done it, and I’m back up and at it. Things, like this train, were moving in the right direction.
I hate being ill.
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February 12th – Really getting back into the swing now, but tiredness is a big issue, it has to be said.
Up at stupid o’clock to get a train to Leicester, not many were around New Street Station when I arrived before the commuting day was really kicking off.
I like this place empty, it’s atmospheric and oddly beautiful.
All I needed now was a train…
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February 11th – The spiky gorse bushes always seem almost prehistoric in nature, and flower pretty much through the winter in various spots along the canal and on particular local edgelands.
This patch of the spiny, hostile but beautiful shrub has just come into bloom at Clayhanger, adding to the impression that spring is nearly here.
A welcome, if prickly character after the cold and surprise snow of the day before.
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February 10th – I was at work in a windowless building. At 3:30pm I stepped out of a fire escape answering a call to find it had been snowing, but only a little. An icing sugar dusting was remaining in gutters, shady grass banks and in the shadows of trees and buildings, but disappearing fast.
I have the feeling this will be the only snow we’ll get this year.
Sad really, as I love a bit of snow cycling.
Perhaps it’s for the best, though: Spring is too important to me now I think.
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February 10th – I went to Telford. Hard work, a tough ride, but finding my wheels again.
Sadly, they were nearly snatched from under me on the Priorslee cycleway by an unusual hazard – huge cones brought down off the nearby pine tree by the previous day’s storm.
Normally soft and compliant, these were not ripe, but hard and slippery.
Quite an unexpected hazard!
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February 7th – A test journey to work was tough, but so worth it: A stop for a break and a snack in Kings Hill Park rewarded me with gorgeous spring flowers.
It felt today, in that moment, that they’d made the extra special effort because they knew I was coming, that their admirer and champion was back.
Happily, the sun came too, and warmed my face.
Some things you just wish you could bottle for the darker days.
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January 27th – I returned that evening in half-light and as I got to Brownhills, I couldn’t resist a shot of the canal at Silver Street from a bit of a different angle.
Night had fallen but it was the most clear, dry glistening evening I’d seen for a while. Not a trace of anything in the air. It was glass hard clear, and beautiful with it.
An area that’s nice enough by day becomes golden and almost mysterious by night.
The lights on the boat looked really welcoming, too…
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January 27th – After the darkness of the weekend, a bright, sunny and chilly morning.
I stopped on the industrial estate near work to answer my phone on the way in, and looking down as I chatted, I noticed these tiny, tiny purse flowers in the bed at my feet.
They are truly gorgeous and a lovely colour.
I have no idea what they are, but they’re lovely. Can anyone help, please?
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January 24th – But of course, the crippling thing about this time of year is that there’s great optimism in the morning light, when one can actually see the dying of winter.
But when the dark repossess the day on the way home, it feels like deepest winter again: Which being in January as we are, it actually is.
The persistence of the night – like here in Green Lane, Walsall Wood – is sobering, depressing, but essential. The dark may be retreating. But we’re a ways away from the death yet. We must keep pushing, keep going.
Until the persistence is no more. For another season.
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January 24th – It’s happening, it really is happening.
In Kings Hill Park on a wet, grey morning, flowers are coming – from humble, enduring daisies to the first crocuses (yellow. Why are yellow always the first?) with the taller, bolder spring flowers now developing well too.
Spring is showing. It’s starting to come now, and whatever happens in the next month, soon it will be here, with it’s warmer, lighter days, flowers and green.
I am so ready for it.
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