March 11th – Returning home that evening the weather had improved some in that the rain had stopped, the sky had cleared and a reasonable sunset was happening.
I stopped to look behind me in Walsall Wood, and was captivated by the reflection fo the trees on the surface of the canal.
On days like these beauty can be found in unexpected places.
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January 7th – This mud. It’s getting worse. It’s in everything, like a damaging, abrasive jelly, corroding metal, clogging up mechanisms and generally bringing the bike down.
I felt I should wash the bikes to remove the worst, so I did at the weekend. I was kind of scared of what I might find underneath.
2 days on an it’s like they were never cleaned at all.
It’s going to take a lot of work to get these steeds back up to scratch this spring. I’ll have my work cut out, clearly.
I expect whole biomes will be developing in the crud by then.
Oh the mud, what larks…
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December 9th – I was looking forward to a snowy ride out to a couple of food fairs – one at Whittington, and one at Lichfield. Sadly, when I escaped at lunchtime, most of the lying snow had melted away and the ride was just greasy and dirty with meltwater and mud.
Still, the ride out through Little Hay was nice, and up over the Heath. The Whittington event was decent, and I was amused by the tiny, real snowman standing sentry on the door.
After a look around, I headed to Lichfield with a keen seeming wind against me, still a bit miffed about the snow melting. But as it turned out, it didn’t turn out too badly…
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