It's a lovey, blue sky, crisp morning here in SE London. A little while to go yet until it starts warming up looking at the weather apps,First mostly dry commute in weeks today; perhaps Spring is coming at last...
It's a lovey, blue sky, crisp morning here in SE London. A little while to go yet until it starts warming up looking at the weather apps,First mostly dry commute in weeks today; perhaps Spring is coming at last...
On the final approach to my village there is a short wooden pedestrian covered bridge linking the levees alongside the river and a road. It has a roof, is relatively out of the way, fairly quiet and has a railing wide enough for beer bottles it is a favourite among the local youth. It's also unlit. As I approached yesterday I saw several bikes in my headlights so I knew the usual crowd were blocking the entrance.
Pinged bell and turned.
"Evening, mate" came a cheery voice as I turned.
Evening lads"
The speaker turned along the bridge "Hey, cyclist coming through, move over; Oi Kris, wake up, someone wants to cross"
Further down 'Kris' Looked up from his phone.
"Oh, sorry mate." he moved away.
"No worries. Thanks lads" I said as I crossed
"Any time mate, have a good evening."
"And you..."
Honestly, what is the youth of today coming to?
We are lucky in that we have a tumble drier available in the office, so after a wet ride (like you, this morning's ride was very much a wet one), I can dry my riding clothes ready for the evening ride home.Soggy ride in today. I have commandeered a radiator in the office move, so now drying my kit on it at the side of my desk. Fortunately I'm near a wall so can tuck the radiator and widow twanky's washing out of sight.
I had a tailwind on the way in, and then the wind had dropped considerably for most of the ride home, though what was still there was a headwind of course.It felt like riding through treacle into the headwind on the way to work. And the tailwind was not as strong as I hoped on the way home.