Wild

Indeed it was this morning. Plenty of wind and a few spots of rain when I ventured out on the bicycle. Of course it didn’t last – the few spots of rain got above themselves and were determined to enjoy the spectacle of an elderly gent (that’s me by the way) on his bicycle.

From the rain the night before, the lanes were awash, and water was pouring off the fields. Despite the fact that the weather has been warmer, the trees are not starting to show signs of buds.

Bare branches reaching in to the sky – searching for the onset of Spring.

Mole however has woken from his slumber and has begun his stint of spring-cleaning.

Dark ominous looking clouds are everywhere – quite impressive – even picturesque (if you like that sort of thing… I do, but not when I’m out riding!)  

Most of the late January flowers have given up – snowdrops and crocus are all looking somewhat flat – only the sheltered primroses are flourishing.

The person working on the water main seemed intent on doing something useful with the stuff that descended from the skies.

The only photograph I missed was of an Anglia Water van with the words written on the side “Love every drop” which sped past me – very fast. Probably to escape criticism from those who clearly feel they’ve got too much of it. My guess is that it was not simply a photographer who was after him.