March 26th – It was a tough ride; the wind had been forged on Satan’s back step, and blew relentlessly from the southwest. My route had it behind or across me mostly, but the stretch from Gas Street Basin to Smethwick was ceaseless.

But all the while, the sun shone, and otherwise, it wasn’t bad. Birmingham and the Black Country showed itself well, in all it’s diversity.

I noted the cormorants at Sandwell Valley just for Phil. Soon, Phil, soon. I, for one, welcome our new midnight black, long billed, fish-breath overlords…

November 28th – First decently sunny, clear morning for weeks. It was cold, though. The trains seemed stuffed again, so I cycled from the city centre, over Camp Hill to Tyseley. At the railway bridge next to the station, I took in the city skyline in decent light. Amazing how much of it is really quite new. It’s all here: Beetham Tower, Masshouse, The Hiatt, The Cube. Lovely. My city, my future.

June 25th – I’m quite fond of public art, but some just baffles me. I have nothing against this steel cube – standing as it does near Ryecroft Cemetery on National Cycle Route 5 through the Goscote Valley – it’s just a bit dull. Possibly one of the few artworks improved by graffiti. The most startling thing about it, considering it’s location, is that it hasn’t been nicked for scrap. They’re an enterprising bunch round here when it comes to such things…