This ain't no party...
No false start this morning.
Big push, felt slow yet good pace: becoming consistent. Breezed in at a perfect 13°c.
Stopped on the way home to take this:
Wtf...I've been running low on options for new vistas to delight this thread's readership, and I wouldn't think you would want to see my mug gurning into the lens, or the same shot repeated over and over, or both. So I try and keep it interesting, in an attempt to offset the fact that the write-up isn't. I thought I'd found a great shot next to the sewage farm: endured the pong, and the above is what came out.
Anyway. The young lady below was hanging around outside my front gate. She doesn't look particularly worn, but she was tired. Bees wear themselves out. An easy way to tell how old they are is to look at the leading edge of the wings. If they're frayed she won't be around much longer, and they tend to die where they fall.
Ride home I was on it. Best pace yet. Moving into Herts pace territory, with hills and evreefink.
23°c. Bit warm, light breeze.
Lovely day.