It was the last workers Mass of the Lent season. It was cold and misty and a had my front light on full beam the whole way. I took the quiet bridleway route to work afterwards. It was peaceful save for the occasional busy crackling of the overhead power lines.
I managed to escape in the daylight, the hazy red sun looking over me from behind as I took the short route home. It wasn’t too late to be the subject of a close pass or 3 but that was OK today. For while the idiots enforced their own interpretation of the Highway Code in their shiny metal boxes, I was out in 15C fresh air enjoying Spring.