Apocalyptically bleak this morning; both inside and outside my head.
Wet weather gear on from the off; seemed that my respite from muppets over the past few days was because the week was saving them all up for today. The chosen medium for this tw*ttery was largely "failure to give way to the right at roundabouts" and "failure to control your dog" - the latter nearly resulting in some fairly pricey looking, if evidently particularly thick shaggy whippet looking thing nearly getting run over on the tow path despite my slowing down, shouting and use of the bell.
Thanks to my especially low tolerance for all the less-than-pleasant factors at play the ride quickly degenerated into an angry thrash into the driving rain and stout headwind. I'd finally chilled out a little by the time I got to the butchers for the usual breakfast and had a fairly sedate rest of ride up the river; the rain thankfully easing towards the end of the ride but plenty of it remaining spilling onto the tow path.
The Brompton did well, although I think contamination in the rear shifter mech has caused it to become temperemental, so I'll have to sort that at some point. The bike is currently performing a useful task as a drying rack for my convicingly damp outer clothing.
Boiled in the bag a little, but the waterproofs kept the worst of the wet off. Not a particularly pleasant ride but I'm grateful for the positive outlet provided by the bike for my rage; and I doubtless feel a lot better now than I would have done had I driven all the way.
A few photos from the past few days' rides..
Monday's sunset:
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Yesterday in the covered market, with entertainingly defaced signage:
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This morning's flooding on the river:
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Hoping for a dry ride home; forecast is currently non-committal..