7 February. As I've mentioned before, my trusty Dutch bike isn't designed for cycling off-road during a British winter, so throughout these winter months I'm pretty much restricted to variations on two routes (basically, follow the river south, or follow the river north). That makes it difficult not to repeat my pictures, but I guess at least we get to see the change in the seasons.
20 January. If I learnt one thing from the summer of cycling last year, it was the art of self-preservation. If I still owned a mountain bike (and thus tyres with grip) I might be tempted by the clear blue skies. But sub-zero temperatures mean that I feel just a little bit safer on these:
But still better than being stuck behind a laptop screen:
16 January. Despite the icy temperatures, the high pressure is tempting me further afield and to try a little off-roading (not really recommended on a Dutch bike at this time of year). This is six miles out and I have the world to myself. And, yes, that is ice in them there puddles.
Five miles further on and the sun has got his hat on.
Well, here we go: the first ride of 2016. The first 11.38 miles and worth waiting for the rain to stop.
To be honest, it felt like hard work. Funny how that can happen every now and then. Maybe it was because I'd not been out for two weeks and I'd lost a bit of fitness. Or maybe it was the croissant before setting out (always best to start out on an empty stomach, I find). And I should have checked the tyre pressures before I left, as the back one was a bit on the squidgy side. Still, it's a start.