My walk took me along the track to the woods and then an exit via a fire break to bring me back along the marsh. Lots of birdsong everywhere I went and I saw my first Swallows, Goldfinches and Long-tailed tits of this year. I disturbed a large hare and two deer which instantly disappeared into the dense willow scrub. The Mallards took fright and dashed off to the other side of the pond. Though the Tufted ducks, in bright white a black, continued gently on their leisurely cruise. I returned home after an hour and a half of walking under a grey sky. With a thin wind, which belied the 50F temperature and occasional spots of rain. A ride will follow coffee and rolls as the first glimpses of brightness light up the Silver birches.
False alarm! It was already spotting from a heavily clouded, grey sky as I left. After seven miles I made it into the supermarket only for it to rain while I wasn't looking. The Brooks saddle was dark all over and wet! Coming back it had stopped raining and I thought I'd avoided the worst despite the sopping wet roads. Then it started to rain and became progressively worse until it was pouring off my arms and into my MTB shoes. By the time I was home again I was soaked from head to toe except where the jacket covered me. Even there my racing jersey was wet below the waist. Only 15, rather soggy miles.