It’s not very nice, the weather
Jan.04, 2008, filed under Miscellany
In Embra this morning the fields were crisp and white with snow. Crows sat on fences with their feathers all fluffed up, looking fat and bolshy; and there were cracks in the grey revealing blue sky. Everything sparkled.
Here in Kirkcaldy we get skies the colour of the water used for cleaning the brush when painting monsters for Warhammer;
and ducks huddling sullenly on the rocks of the harbour wall, glaring with persecuted reproach at anyone who gets close enough to make them feel they have to get back in the water.
Cycle commuting this morning I was in full-length bibshorts, X-Wear base layer, gilet, Gore Tex, waterproof gloves, overshoes and had my polar buff up round my face all ninja-style. I’ve been wearing a lid for the last couple of days as well because the roads round Riccarton are skitey. I was perfectly toasty in that lot, but it takes so long to get dressed!
I just wish it would get properly cold and frozen so I could put the ice tyres on Max. It’s not necessary for the little bit of frozen road between the Park & Ride and the office, though.
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