Went for a ride on Saturday afternoon through the chilterns. It's rained most of the week here, although Saturday only had a little showery drizzle. Boy was it wet! I was so muddy that I climbed in the shower fully clothed and turned it on before undressing.
It was also blummin' cold. Not the biting cold that you guys have, but a slow seeping cold that leaks into your bones from the dampness in the air. Not a problem when you're riding hard, but unpleasant when you're in the car. All my kit is designed to wick moisture away, but when you're soaked through all it does is draw heat out until it's dry.
I'm playing "The Christmas Song"....you know, the chestnuts roasting on an open fire....song. People here at work don't appreciate my love of snow either.
..and it just keeps on coming down. I have shovelled three times and my kids, twice. I was really hoping for it to melt before the BIG freeze so that I could locate my leaf rakes...and the leaves...and maybe the flower pots...oh and the barbeque, yeah that would be good!
I was just thinking that I would have to get out the shovel myself because the kids haven't made any moves to do shoveling - then here I come home at noon to find my driveway and the street in front of my house has been cleared with a bobcat. And the steps have been shoveled. It sure is nice.
Makes me wonder if someone is trying to atone for something. What a cynical woman I am!!
Chris and I were reminiscing about things when we were first married. We'd got a room at the very top of a large (13 bedroom) victorian house owned by some people in our now ex-church. That first winter was bitter, with continual cold to the point that we had ice inside the bedroom windows (single glazed) despite having a fire going 24/7.
One night after housegroup we were walking back past a park full of fir trees, and being spontaneous, just had to venture in. It became known as our winter wonderland, with thick drifts that you could leap into and disappear. Normally it would be a haunt for cottagers and druggies, but like this it was completely pristine. Wonderful.
Now that looks cool.
ReplyDeleteI hate the way I pun uncontrollably sometimes :-)
Went for a ride on Saturday afternoon through the chilterns. It's rained most of the week here, although Saturday only had a little showery drizzle. Boy was it wet! I was so muddy that I climbed in the shower fully clothed and turned it on before undressing.
It was also blummin' cold. Not the biting cold that you guys have, but a slow seeping cold that leaks into your bones from the dampness in the air. Not a problem when you're riding hard, but unpleasant when you're in the car. All my kit is designed to wick moisture away, but when you're soaked through all it does is draw heat out until it's dry.
Would you prefer a mud-fest?
.... walking in a winter wonderland....
ReplyDeleteI'm playing "The Christmas Song"....you know, the chestnuts roasting on an open fire....song. People here at work don't appreciate my love of snow either.
ReplyDelete..and it just keeps on coming down. I have shovelled three times and my kids, twice. I was really hoping for it to melt before the BIG freeze so that I could locate my leaf rakes...and the leaves...and maybe the flower pots...oh and the barbeque, yeah that would be good!
ReplyDeleteand secretly Toni, I would actually LOVE some weather like you had over the weekend, and then to hike those coastal paths again..sigh.
ReplyDeleteI was just thinking that I would have to get out the shovel myself because the kids haven't made any moves to do shoveling - then here I come home at noon to find my driveway and the street in front of my house has been cleared with a bobcat. And the steps have been shoveled. It sure is nice.
ReplyDeleteMakes me wonder if someone is trying to atone for something. What a cynical woman I am!!
LOL @ Linea.
ReplyDeleteChris and I were reminiscing about things when we were first married. We'd got a room at the very top of a large (13 bedroom) victorian house owned by some people in our now ex-church. That first winter was bitter, with continual cold to the point that we had ice inside the bedroom windows (single glazed) despite having a fire going 24/7.
One night after housegroup we were walking back past a park full of fir trees, and being spontaneous, just had to venture in. It became known as our winter wonderland, with thick drifts that you could leap into and disappear. Normally it would be a haunt for cottagers and druggies, but like this it was completely pristine. Wonderful.