Sunday, I woke to a message from a friend asking if I wanted her to drop around the first three episodes of GoT2 as she was going for a ride.
I'm going for a ride near your place. I messaged back. How about I grab it from you?
Fuck. Meant I'd have to get out of my warm bed and go for a ride. Well, I'd put on a new cassette the night before and only ridden to the pub. Could do with a more extensive test. And, admittedly, would like to know if I'd actually done it properly. Somehow, it had seemed to go on too quickly, and ease scares me.
So, I rode out, collected my evening's entertainment, and headed across to the Darebin Creek trail. Yep, slightly boring, but rather pretty, and there's paddocks to ride through at the end , and sheep. SHEEP! Good for the soul. (Uncoated though, and only a handful. Hmm)
Back down to the last road crossing, and across to the Merri Creek Trail. Although the concreted paths are not the most exciting, that's ok - it was a great day for riding - drizzling constantly, which meant that hardly anyone else was out. And, just north of Coburg Lake Reserve, was this:
yeah, yeah, shitty phone in the rain shot.
Just glowing back at me.
A couple of hours, so cold by the end that my legs wouldn't work properly (funny how getting wet will increase the chill factor dramatically), and a brief escape. The city's ok.