Foreboding

I haven't blipped this part of my ride home before but this scary cloud was coming my way as I cycled up to the highest point of my journey (the Duke of York pub to the right there.). Amazingly it did not drop anything horrible on me!

When I set off early morning I happily zoomed down the back lane, out on to the main road, round the roundabout in the centre of the village, up on to the pavement to the post box, got off the bike to pop my postcards in and promptly slipped over - there was black ice everywhere! It was a very tentative journey after that I can tell you! The gritting lorry should have been a big clue!