The lake is still just out of reach, so not funny.
Monday I ducked out and went roll about, went through Buchillon and found a little lane that I hadn’t been down before. Didn’t worry me that there was a sign that said ‘Private’, could bluff my way out of that. Miriam was in front of me as well although it was my idea to go look.
Tar road became dirt track and this chair does not like dirt. Like riding a bucking bronco and I had to take care not to get bounced into the manicured hedge. I came round a corner and found my way blocked by a parked car just meters from the lake. But as usual, in front of the car was the normal set of stairs to the waters edge.
Tuesday night, a fair amount of snow fell and it was a winter wonderland outside my window on Wednesday.
3 O’clock and I was out on the road and there was a nip in the air and I could feel my face starting to go numb, it got slightly worse as I powered my way around. I’m getting so used to my chair and swapping between pavements, bicycle lanes and roads has become second nature although Murphy loves to throw a spanner out occasionally. He was in top form as I went through the forest. For once there was a lot of snow in the forest, the branches were loaded with it and there was a stiff breeze. Every tree that I went under, had a field day and dumped snow on me. Then there was the tree that aimed… and I had snow down my neck. Had about a kilometre of running the gauntlet.
The hot chocolate was most welcome at the coffee shop.
So too are the longer days welcome, just the other week it was dark by 4.30. Now, it’s still light a 6.30.