F, getting ready to challenge Toni to an Avocado growing competition. Results in 5 years.
The sun was trying, but only succeeded in making the day feel like a Harry Potter scene. Or an album cover for something Sean would like us to listen to.
It finally managed to drive the clouds away, for some afternoon Winter Blue.
Between Benson and Wallingford. You can see the old fence that used to be the field boundary almost in the river.
My physically-distanced exercise today was collecting the canoe that Tony borrowed during the flood, and wheeling it along the river bank. I would rather have paddled it, and based on the number of people also walking along the path, the water option would probably have been safer.
It snowed. Just a tiny bit. But it was snow. The last time we had decent snow here was December 2010.
A glimpse of The Clumps from the bridleway in Dorchester. Taken on yesterday's ride just before I remembered the river was flooded.
Up early doors for an MRI with the lovely folks at the Nuffield and then a ride home, cross-country style. It would have been more cross-country, but I forgot that the river was flooded at Dorchester. F said that was no excuse and I should have made it into a triathlon. He's probably right.
It's been a while since I came this way and 9 months of repeating lock-downs and stay-at-home government messaging mean that my cycling legs and cross-country arms aren't what they were. Tired now.
New year, new wall and a new door. Well, almost, still some bits to finish.
You might say this is part 3 in the shed project. Part one was the roof and part two (solar!) powered lighting and USB charging. Progress.
What was Tony Lane is again damp this year.
When it was dry the cows munched contentedly there. If you look closely you can see Fay sketching them whilst chatting to M-A the farmer.