Wet and Windy Wednesday

17th June--


Morning Klaus!
Day 5 in the Big Bottrill house. Still haven't been evicted.
With grey skies and a mild temperature, I decided to climb upon my trusty steed and do a spot of pedaling. I started off, downhill, in pursuit of a little red bus (an actual bus, not a children's book), free-wheeling at a greater speed than he was, happily veering around bends and enjoying the rapid nature of the road's undulations. Suddenly, the bus stopped. Thankfully, my brakes are sufficient and so did I, just. The bus began to reverse to allow an on-coming car to pass. Now, I don't have reverse on my bike, so a quick dismount was required. Country lane cycling is full of pros, but there are one or two very annoying cons. One such con, though not particularly annoying, is the passing of horses (that's going past them, not their death- that would be annoying!). Being a city boy, I was happy to be told by one of the riders what to do-- "Could you stop please, this one's only a baby"-- and she still bolted. The horse, not the rider...
By now, the wind was getting pretty hasty and the clouds... well, there are no clouds today, just one big mass of grey, getting very heavy, with one or two drops falling.
This part of the country is pretty hilly (literally; pretty and hilly), so I was climbing some steep lanes and hurtling down the other side. Unsure of which way I was going, but not lost, I wound up passing through the tiny hamlet (blink and you've missed it) of Sheldon, before going through the beautiful woods and back in to Blackborough.
Within five minutes of getting back to the BB house, the rain had arrived with a vengeance.
Impeccable timing, even if I do say so myself.