Spring Mk 2
Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
I wonder where the birdies is.
I’ve just discovered that the above is known as The Brooklyn National Anthem and it perhaps should be “boidies” by way of pronunciation. This is despite me knowing it for as long as I can remember and thinking is was an old Yorkshire saying! It also has a number of additional lines depending on which version you may know.
Anyway per ChrisO’s post it’s definitely Spring here and bright white flesh is starting to be uncovered. Times of spitting out flies are back too, so it must be Spring.
Much of Europe is in a total lockdown and many of the pro riders are limited to indoor training. Other’s have had to go Private on Strava as they were getting abuse when posting longish (for us mortals) training rides (e.g. Oliver Naesen).
In the UK we are allowed out once per day for your chosen form of exercise. Most folk I know are cutting back on outdoor mileage and limiting rides per week and extending indoor Winter training through the current challenges.
This week’s picture is just outside a small village called Shackleford not far from home. I always think it has a timeless quality as if there is a little country lane winding down past the pond. In reality that track goes up to the farm and no further and it joins the lane I ride at the pond. In the Summer the pond is virtually covered flowering lilies. A very pretty spot in my opinion.
The Butler in the same spot in suitable vintage tones.