Waiting for the bus this morning outside the church in Newtyle it was -15°C. Thankfully the bus was only five minutes late. Coming home this evening the temperature had risen to -13°C but I had a twenty minute wait for the bus. More fleece tomorrow and more layers – four is not enough.
Third day running, this time anti-clockwise round the Loch. Same old, same old people.
22m 25.2s this time though.
I cycled in to work today. It was crisp (read freezing -2°C) and sunny (read it wasn’t cloudy) and I hit my top speed of 56.8km/h in an effort to keep warm. Sixteen kilometres in I realised I had left my locker keys at home. I left work early after the faint smell of roses died off completely.
Just watched The Book Of Eli: I can’t get the image out of my head of the cannibals offering “tea” to the heroes with shaking hands, and then taking a plate of “meat” out of the fridge…