A change of heart

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp

Bob Dylan – Sara

The road to hell is paved with good intentions so they say. This morning it had been my intention to go for a bike ride. There is still some snow about, but the main roads are clear so why not?

Dropping my daughter Holly off at work, I ventured onto the beach for just a few minutes, and that was enough to convince me not to go; it was windy (the cyclist’s greatest enemy), extremely cold (never good news when you’re holding onto a large piece of metal, and it looked like there might be more snow on the way.

So I made the most of the beach for a little while.  It was bleak, it was bracing, but it was mine.  At least until a couple of gulls and a kestrel turned up to claim their share.

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