7th 45F, 7C, heavy overcast, cold and windy. I put on the Belstaff Cyclone jacket as the Ventour was proving just a little too chilly for comfort. I'm using my TA cap under the Abus helmet to adjust how warm I get. Still wearing the usual racing shorts and short-sleeved racing jersey, from my collection, over long polyester underwear. I wear medium weight socks year round under my Tahoe cycling shoes. The soles of the latter are slowly wearing away but are still safe and the plates quiet when I'm clomping around the supermarkets. The toe bumpers started coming unstuck but haven't become worse with time.
Yellow and orange lenses are like being on hallucinatory drugs. Or so I would imagine. Everything is too bright and cheerful. I am inspired to stop and take a photo. Then find the results drab. Because the images haven't been augmented by the bright sunglasses. :-)
We seem to be stuck in a rut with the weather. Mostly overcast, 8-10C, grey days with wind. At the moment it is blowing from the NE. Which is unusual, cold and quite unpleasant.
8th 44F, 7C, very heavy overcast, cold wind rising, damp and depressing. My blue sunglasses didn't help lift my spirits. It is almost dark indoors. I'll have to find some outdoor chores to do. Only 10 miles.
9th 47F, 8C, light winds, heavy grey overcast, light mist. I set off in hope of finding a simple panel switch. No luck at the timber merchant/DIY store. No electrical shops in any of the villages I passed through. No switches on the shelves in any of the supermarkets.
The organic carrots I brought black were black all over! I should have looked at them properly! At ten miles back to the shop they won't be going back today. Isn't it up to the supermarket to check its stock is of merchantable quality? It seems not in Denmark. The standard of pre-packed organic potatoes, bananas and carrots is often pitiful.
The grey skies continue to depress me. I forgot to take the yellow glasses instead of the pale blue.
Somebody was once proud enough of their property to have a high quality gate constructed. Now it only leads to a garden lawn. Note the massive, beech tree trunk!
There is a special nostalgia surrounding disused, village, railway stations. Once active centres of the village life their demise leaves an aching emptiness. It is true that many homes finally gained a bit of peace and quiet, of course. The old station buildings are in need of some tender loving care. Unusually so, because they often seem to make attractive and desirable homes.
The Ventus GPS logger fell asleep half way around again. It doesn't seem to cope well when covered by a jacket. Even thin jackets like the Belstaff. I always use the back pockets of my racing jersey's for the loggers. It makes most sense that they can see the sky more easily. 20 miles.
11.11.11 37F, 3C, windy, sunny periods, cold. Clear last night so there was some frost in a few of the hollows. The sun burst out of the clouds at 9 and then plunged straight back in again. The forecast was sun all day. I'm queuing for my refund after days of grey gloom.
An interesting addition jutting from an ancient, timber-framed farm. A bread oven? This section is the living accommodation rather than an outbuilding. Though I suppose it could have been a smithy in the dim distant past.
The pile here is over 200 metres/yards long!
Going quite strongly today despite the wind. I have pumped up the Bontrager tyres rock hard and the "road roar" has come back. 20 miles, shopping and photography.