a couple of daft mistakes meant that my night's sleep wasn't as good as it could have been. having said that, if the ice particles dropping off the inside of the tarp like snow hadn't fallen onto my face and woken me up, i might have missed the spectacular moon.

dawn, coffee, sunrise and the remaining 5 miles to work.

the forecast said -2 and the wind blew a hooligan all night, but 'operation white-eye'* was great and i'll be out there again soon...




*this is what a fella at work called my trip. white-eye being the local tramp.
it made me laugh.
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