British Summer Time is here even if the great British Summer is not. From a riding perspective itâ€™s a milestone eagerly anticipated by both those who have grown fat on a winterâ€™s cycling hibernation and the rest of us who are just sick of the dark.
It had less than auspicious beginnings though. Setting off at 6am this morning it was both dark and wet. These conditions generally demand the big lurid rain jacket that has served me so well through the last three months. What Iâ€™d failed to factor in was the Spring temperatures testing and failing the previously unbothered breathable layer. Still sweaty limbs generally act as an informal seat reservation system so got to look at the upside.
Getting off the train this evening was akin to troglodytes emerging from their caves and blinking in the weak evening sunshine. Thatâ€™s the great thing about the change of season; Spring brings light, double digit temps and gale force winds. The third is normally a fair price to pay for the first two but today showed all itâ€™s fickleness by changing direction between my outward and return legs. Having struggled in against a thirty knotter, it was disappointing to find itâ€™d swung 90 degrees and was playfully surging me into the path of oncoming traffic. Wind is like taxation â€“ it gets you coming and going.
Not that I was going very fast losing the battle of the big breeze, but at least provided ample time to have a good look around. Like a man coming out of a coma, I was astonished at the level of detail brought into the light. Early spring buds juxtaposed against a backdrop of dormant vegetation, a long abandoned car â€œpolice aware” but still rotting it the ditch and half finished DIY projects. House building in Winter has to be up there with slamming ones wedding tackle in a desk drawer â€“ pointless, painful and â€“ on reflection â€“ quite silly.
It was like welcoming an old friend back, slightly annoying but a huge improvement on the squatting Lords Of Darkness whoâ€™d overstayed their welcome by 3 months. Once summer arrives though, weâ€™ll crack open a few beers together and toast the light fantastic.