First signs of spring

Bike ride today got off to a poor start. I wondered why my wheels felt glued to the tarmac. Turned out I had a flat, before we’d even headed out of town. So I decided to go home and swop bikes, meeting the others at the cafe just in time for them to get hypothermia sitting outside whilst I scarfed my snack as fast as I could. Once home I confronted fitting the new tyres I’d bought in the summer. Which I think was more exhausting than the ride. Only pride stopped me giving up and waiting for a bike shop to open or confessing to one of the guys in the club. Still, nice to spot my first snowdrops in the front border.