iBri Daily-ish

So, the daily post thing's now pie in the sky. Posts will arrive here as and when. Daily-ish. Weekly-ish. Random-ish.

Black

Was the colour the the sky turned, just as I was about to head off on the ride home. But the thought of two nights in a row with a drookin' had no appeal, so hung off until the worst of it passed. Finding it's not easy selecting the right combination of clothes for cycling in this weather; it's wet so needing some kind of waterproofing, but it's also warm and muggy so end up wetter on the inside than the outside.

The barrels over the big, high, barb-wired and CCTV covered fence of the whisky bond were also looking black after the biblical downpour, and a blackbird was giving it laldy from the top of one of the pyramids. Stopped to empty my jacket and snap a few shots.