The weather forecast for today was unusual for late March - winds in the mid 30 mph’s, temperature barely above freezing, and ice / snow showers. Perfect weather for cycling in fact. But on my sturdy commuting bike, not the fixie. Mainly because I’m a wuss when it comes to that sort of wind, but also because the fixie’s not yet set up right, and I don’t yet trust her.
Her? Did I mention before that my bikes have names / personalities?
- The sturdy commuter is called Wilf. I think he always wanted to be in the army, but like Mike from Spaced, was never allowed to, due to physical limitations. He likes paintball and romantic poetry - especially Christina Rossetti. He’s an interesting blend of morbid and fun. I’ve a feeling that he was once a goth, but too much cider has put paid to his svelte dandy looks.
- The newly transformed fixie is called Tricia. In cycling terms, she’s my first real love (there were others before, but they were just childhood infatuations / teenage lust). She can only be described as a saucy, naughty minx. And that’s enough for now, other than to add that I was once briefly detained at Her Majesty’s pleasure as a direct result of Tricia’s looks.
Anyway . . . so the weather today was interesting. Thankfully, my visored helmet kept the hail out of my eyes, meaning that only my lips caught the full blast. And the wind made for some fantastically high sea, so I headed off to the beach with daughter and dog just before dusk to take a couple of photos - the high sea, and another dog we saw with too much in its mouth: