Sunday, 10 March 2013

Partly yucky with a continued chance of yuckiness

So, we had spring for about 47 minutes last week, give or take.  The buds of the trees are starting to open, the crocuses are up, the daffodils are sort of up and my face and eyes were puffy and itchy in the wonderful springlike way I look forward to every year.  And then the wind changed.  Back from the east.  And now we're back to an easterly wind, slate grey skies and freezing temperatures.  Yay.  So, what is the best thing to do on such a day of ickiness?  Go for a bike ride of course (with the wind).  I spent today cycling out to Winchester - 83 miles, then took the train back.  Admittedly, it wasn't the nicest bike ride ever - cold and grey and trafficky.  I did finally end up on some proper tinyass country roads at about mile 50, but that was only after 50 miles of endless traffic tedium.  I had forgotten as well that there are many miles of MoD owned land to the west of London - mile after mile after mile of scrubby pine and birch forest with the occasional little sad town interspersed.  There are many signs advising not to pick up unexploded ordnance, as doing so might seriously shorten one's life.  However, and perhaps suprisingly, one can just wander off into these woods - probably unlike most American military owned land (though I doubt they look too kindly on walking onto a firing range).  Had my lunch on a downed tree in the piney forest - large explosions every 30 seconds or so in the distance.  Very bucolic.  Robin suggested that they use sheep as touchpaper (or perhaps they were blowing up sheep?).  Anyway, I need to try to plan a slightly better route next time.  Gotta go get ready for the week now.  Yippydoodah.

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