Today I decided to cycle to work again. No home visits booked, so less cycling to do.
It was well below freezing today and considerably colder than yesterday.
By the time I had given the chickens fresh (warm) water and food and also remembered to feed the garden birds, I was late leaving.
I have yet to find gloves which really keep my hands warm when cycling in sub-zero temperature. After a few minutes my fingers felt cold. Then they got colder. Then colder still. Half-way into the journey, my fingers started tingling, then burning. And suddenly they were warm. Which is more than could be said for my feet …
I saw some beautiful landscapes and skyscapes, but I wasn’t going to take my gloves off and fumble for my phone.
I cycled past the guys who were just getting the car wash ready for the day. One was beating the ice out of his chamois leather. What a job in these weather conditions!
Every day when I cycle to work I meet the same guy. We pass each other on the way to work and on the way home. It’s a very strange relationship. I don’t know anything about him, we’ve never said more to each other than a brief hello or a nod, and yet there is a peculiar familiarity…
Today, for the first time I can remember, he was wearing a woolly hat. It *must* be cold!
I arrived happily at work in my pink hijabi look.
Somewhat reluctantly I dragged myself out for a walk at lunchtime. I went to the nearby woods to visit my favourite tree.
I have probably posted pics in previous Janathons, but here’s another one anyway. He always seems surprised to see me. 😁
Despite the very cold weather, I swear the sun gave a little bit of warmth this lunchtime. So hang in there, fellow Janathoners.