Day 25 - 14 Miles
Straight there and straight back again today. Wasn't hanging out any longer than I needed to in that today. Cycling gear hadn't properly dried out from this morning's drooking, and the clouds were threatening a repeat.
Even though I'm pretty much a shepherding agnostic, this sky last night over the village pond did lull me into a false sense of optimistic delight for this morning's leg. A layer or two may have been shed. As I watched the Ochil Hills disappear in a wintery white-out I realised that might've been a bad idea. Stinging hail, icy water had me seriously doubting we're meant to be heading towards summer.
Looking at last year's image from this day, when the fields were yellow with rape-seed, I'm thinking we may be a bit behind on the growing season too.