The dilemma we have at the moment is whether to cycle early when it’s still icy cold before the wind arrives or cycle later when it’s warmer but risk the strong blustery north wind that starts up mid morning. This morning we suffered both. We waited until half eight but my ears and nose were freezing as we cycled down the valley. We followed the gravel tracks along the Theze river and then started the long slog back up Oak Tree hill. (I started reciting the Owl and the Pussy Cat but forgot whether it was owl or cat who played the small guitar.)
We stopped for a breather half way up and were rewarded by the sight of a stag standing at the edge of the woods. He strode off into the undergrowth and then we could hear him barking like a big, gruff dog. At the top of the hill we were hit by the wind, it was so strong we were almost blown backwards.
Finally back home for hot showers and coffee. I put some washing out, triple pegged to withstand any strong gusts. Hopefully my big, white pants won’t take flight.
|chives almost in bloom, I like the flowers sprinkled on salads|