It felt like the first day of spring as I cycled off to the pool on Wednesday morning.
We haven't even reached mid-winter yet.
Three layers was excessive. The pre-swim shower was certainly needed.
Only 40 lengths for this morning. I refuse to swim in a pool in a converted gas showroom that blasts out a bloddy techno version of Last Christmas first thing in the morning.
The optimism for emerging out of winter hibernation continued back at base. Breakfast shifted from the wintery Ready Brek back to Bran Flakes.
Detail in blogging is everything, Comrades.
The rest of the day went by in the blink of an eye.
Gardening / working / Gilles Peterson.
The days are getting shorter, and so are these diary entries.