morning – Page 6 – BrownhillsBob's #365daysofbiking

May 8th – Bloody typical. A miserable bank holiday Monday, followed by a crestfallen return to work on a gorgeous, bright sunny spring day. I was heading to Telford, which means catching a train from New Street’s platform 4c, which I always think of as being Birmingham’s equivalent of platform nine and three quarters. There was something about the light today, the sun, the music I listened to on the way… it did feel very good to be out, even if I was going to work. Most peole seem to hate this station, and aspects of it are truly horrendous; but I also have a genuine affection for the old place. It feels like home, I guess.

March 28th – Misty mornings are the order of the week, and I’m so glad that I’m cycling to Lichfield throughout this distinctly summery spell. The days are warm, still and glorious, the evenings deceptively chilly. But the mornings? I see the countryside just after sunrise. Shrouded in lazy mist, golden light and curious patches of grey. I wouldn’t have missed the last few morning commutes for anything. Today, I had time to spare and dropped off Pipe Hill down the back lanes, down over the old level crossing to Deans Slade. Captivating.

November 3rd – Another early start, and a deserted Shenstone station at 6:15am. I was lucky today; the forecast was for heavy rain, but it had passed when I hit the road. It was also unseasonably warm. Approaching the station from Lynn Lane, I surveyed the platforms from the over bridge, as I often do. I love this station. It’s like a little period piece. Even at 6:15am on a dark, wet November morning.

August 22nd – The late summer sun was gorgeous this morning. Warming my back at 8AM on my way to work, I felt oddly alive and content for a Monday Morning. Walsall is surprisingly green, and this sunshine and shade aspect of the Lichfield Road near the Butts caught my eye. Oh, to be in England in the summertime.

June 13th – out early to Lichfield, the rain of the previous 24 hours had only just ceased, and the roads and rooftops of Lichfield were still glistening. The weak sunlight caught them as I cycled down Pipehill and rendered them precious.

June 3rd – The day was birthed in light, banded shrouds of very shallow mist. The temptation to stop and just take pictures for hours wasn’t compatible with my need to get to work. I did manage a few atmospheric shots around Mill Green, however, which are posted over on my main blog.

Mornings like this are what cycling is about.

April 18th – Early start, heading to Telford on the early train. The mist was just beginning to burn off in the weak sun as I passed Sandhills pumping station.