A cold one

The first frosty cycle of the season! It was warm hat and wool socks this morning as Edinburgh had succumbed to a clear night sky. The usual grumbles are still there; poor drainage on the Roseburn path leaving frozen puddles waiting to catch out cyclists and dog walkers, the mulch of uncleared leaves, frozen gears that leave me peddling like a toddler...that runner who refuses to wear anything other than black. But it's still worth it and this morning I even caught a bit of sunrise.