Another cloudless blue morning, another bike commute. I dug out my merino fingerless gloves and headed out with 2 long sleeve layers on top to combat the still, cool 9°C start. The pink glow of the rising sun to the east over my left shoulder cast my long shadow on the hedgerows to my right as yesterday’s hometime effortless ride returned. It doesn’t happen 2 days running often but when it does, it’s welcome. Especially at the end of a work week. I stole a couple of extra km detouring through Hunsdon airfield, along the beet fields almost ready for harvest. Work could wait an extra 15 or so minutes.
Thinking of work, it was another crap day to end a crap week. The less said on the confusion over class sizes created social distancing the better. I escaped the hubris an hour late grumpy, frustrated by lack of firm guidance and lack of job satisfaction. Into the twilight I went, blinkies on, prepping for the long season of winter riding ahead.
At least the shorter route on the main roads were quiet. I switched to full beam with about 9km left and made it a day for detours by going to the beer shop for IPA.