Extreme Cycling

Yesterday had been a wonderfully sunny day, but while I was out taking my dog, Custard, for his evening walk I noticed the fog closing in. I like a bit of fog and Custard seemed to like it too, finding lots of extra exciting sniffs along the ditches and hedgerows where we walk.

By this morning I had completely forgotten about the fog - until I opened the door to find that I could not see the houses across the street. A real 'Pea Souper' as we call it here.

The cycle ride to work was hellish - large vehicles emerging from the fog and disappearing just as quickly. I hoped and prayed that my reflective clothing and lights made me visible enough, but still hugged the edge of the road, dodging the pot holes, ready to take a dive into the ditch or hedge if things got nasty. Strangely, I soon realised that I was actually finding the trip rather exciting, whizzing into the unknown, having to suddenly swerve to avoid a fallen tree branch or the rear end of a car that had missed a corner in the fog.

Extreme Cycling.

Well, extreme for me, anyway.