An icy ride along the Trail for Saturday morning. It’s the first time that I’ve braved the bloody Estuary Wilds mud for a few weeks. My reasoning this morning was that it would all be frozen over, making for a smooth passage.
Instead I found the frost starting to thaw, but still leading to some delicate handling. This wasn’t the occasion to time trial it along the Trail, even if it was deserted shortly after 8am. The only other company I had was a gathering of lapwings flapping around in the mud.
It was a good job there was no other traffic along the Trail. My bicycle bell had frozen. Some of my body parts felt the same. It will be spring soon, right? Please tell me it will be spring soon.
Wishing the days away.
