After three weeks away and a borrowed bike, it was nice to take advantage of a gap in the rain this morning for a potter on my very own bike (I’d love to say that bike and I ran smoothly together like a well-oiled machine but if I’m honest there was a fair bit of squeaking going on particularly in top gear – a problem I solved by changing down and going more slowly instead).
I was heading for Bigtown for some cash and the paper – nothing too urgent – so there was time to stop and admire the flooded river on the way. There were also some sweet little shetland ponies and I promised myself I’d stop and take their picture on the way back, but by then normal service had resumed on the rain front and I was just concentrating on getting home before I dissolved.
My very generous mother has given me a rain skirt for Christmas which (once I have figured out how to put it on) would be perfect for just such an occasion – or at least it would have been if it wasn’t still sitting on the kitchen table where I had left it, instead of in my pannier. Still, I’ve a feeling it’s going to get a thorough testing over the next few weeks…
It all makes for dramatic waterfalls, if nothing else