Most of my route to the shops was festooned with snowdrops today, with a
nice big patch of winter aconites at the top of the golf course road for
variety - Spring may not be here just yet, but it's beginning to feel
like winter's on the way out.

First time I've taken the trike out for a week, and it wasn't until I
started down the road that I realised how much I'd missed it. Weather
wasn't the best - drizzle and clouds - but I felt so much better just
trundling down the road.

Even the headwind on the way back didn't spoil the mood, although when I
put the trike back in the garage I heard that familiar hissing noise -
another bloody puncture... Still at least it had the decency to wait
until I got home before deflating.

Usually on the trike, it's the left hand front wheel that gets the
lion's share of punctures, being closest to the stuff that accumulates
at the edge of the road, but there's been some Free Range Mud Farming
going on lately and it seems that assorted crud had been gathering in
the middle of the road, because my last two punctures have been in the
*right* front wheel.

Oh well, better go and change the dratted tube I suppose...

--
Carol Hague
"I've never seen the point of wind."
- Chas Griffin _Scenes From A Smallholding_