Mud Sticks

Down the hill, beyond the churchyard, along the tidal wall with its sloping top, through the pond-sized puddles and across the meadows, the mud stuck to treaded tyres and rear wheels slipped.

I had a significant "moment" coming down the hill from the church. Its a well-trodden path, full of ruts, but fast is the *ONLY* way.

After that I was wide awake.

Today's ride was the first for weeks that started in almost complete daylight and we enjoyed a fabulous sunrise too (see the other place for more than one photo).

Have a great Sunday blippers. Its turning into a bright day.