I make use of this bridge over the Forth, and the relatively traffic free roads either side of it, on my regular work commute. It's a longcut. Opposite of a shortcut. But it avoids the worst of the rush hour traffic heading in and out of Stirling.
Despite the blue skies and the fine sunrise it was still below freezing here. Slipped and slid my way into work rather slowly, and somewhat inelegantly at points when the back wheel decided it was taking another route. Wasn't anything like this on the return in the evening though. Persistently pissy cold, wet sleet. Wasn't nice at all but perversely thoroughly enjoyed it. Felt like winter good and proper on both journeys, even if they were, figuratively, polar extremes.
It's taken a while to get there, and it's been a wet and wild journey, but winter it was.