November
November, November, darker by each day. An occasional brightening but usually grey. Lanes of slick mud try to mucky my feet. My mudguarded bike manages to beat. Wet are the roads, damp leaves worth a mention. Thank goodness for overshoes, an amazing invention. Always go out with gilet in pocket. The weather may turn, may sure that you've got it. My old Ridley frame with Campag groupset. As indestructible a bike as you may get. Commuting to work in early daylight. Returning back home fully at night. A day off midweek, a chance to ride free. Rediscover the lanes through villages twee. Riding in November, autumn at best. It's something of, the ultimate quest. Cold mornings, cold winds, cold rain from above. Sunsets & sunrises, what's not to love? And now it's December and I haven't been arsed to ride for the last 3 days cos it's been super rainy, I couldn't get out of bed, I'm tired, etc. I'll have to do some December riding to be able to write so