We’re a third of the way through March, and daffodils are out, the sun is high in the sky and spring is in full effect. I left in the afternoon for a quiet, fast spin – I ended up on a 45-miler around Lichfield, Croxall, Edingale, Harlaston, Whittington, Weeford and Shenstone.
The weather was beautiful – a lovely hazy sun was physically warm, and I was out in teeshirt and shorts. There was little wind, and the lanes and byways were teeming with other cyclists, and people out walking.
The day ended in a decent sunset, too. After so much rain, the joy of speeding down dusty, dry lanes is immeasurable. Today I felt like I’d left a period of hibernation.
This time last year we were in the interregnum between two heavy snowfalls, and spring didn’t seem to come until well into April.
As ever, for more of this stuff, check out my 365daysofbiking journal.
