Sunday, 8 February 2009

Sunday morning afternoon

Good road miles this morning.

The world was still sleeping apart from:
4 mountain bikers
6 horseriders
2 Farmers
20 something runners

Temperature was far from balmy, first decent was a lipsmacker. Sent me into a headspin wondering how do you tell you've got frostbite on your face if you can't see it (or feel it).

The cold sent my senses into overdrive, smell becoming the primary driver.
Notable aromas where:
A drystone wall radiating a weeks worth of commuter's exhaust fumes.
Steaming horses grazing in a field.

Having though about it, the horses weren't really grazing. They were standing in a snowy field wishing for spring.