an after-work ride south of peterborough - thirty minutes out and thirty minutes back, it's like grabbing a snack only much better because it's bicycling with a lovely person very late in the year.
entirely unlikely and entirely welcome!
the temperature is just below zero celsius.
the wind is merciless and blowing from the southwest.
snow squalls are forecast and visible.
we are riding south and southwest for the first half of the ride.
the sky opens up at a distance.
the snow holds off until we are riding north on crowley line and just past this house . . .
from which a hairy dog bullet comes flying down the driveway and across the road to gnaw on our tires - hers first and then (perhaps because i use my deepest growliest voice) -
the dog carves furry arabesques
and disappears behind us.
at which point a snowsquall flutters over us and settles all around us and i hear her laugh and i start laughing myself because really - REALLY - this is so epic!!!
we crest a hill by an old old wooden building and she says it could be a tavern (and wouldn't that be a dream come true!) a place to settle our windblown snow-covered bones and put back some liquid warmth.
but it's actually derelict and so on we go.
heading our separate ways.
one of my best ever and most unforgettable rides!!
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