We will all have to drink government-subsidized vodka before setting off to work, just to get warm. Hypothermic, old people will be propped up by the dustbins on Thursdays. To be taken away by a new fleet of black recycling lorries with curtained side windows. Nothing will grow in the fields and they will turn to sprawling forests full of chainsawing lumberjacks making [wet] firewood. Wolves and bears will forage beside hungry humans outside McSlobs soup kitchens. Two wheel drive will become compulsory on delta pedal tricycles.
I was able to get nearer the Nuthatch today. It was perched at a deep hole in a tree trunk. Through my binoculars it was clearly a Nuthatch in every respect. The light breeze was slightly cool on my hands but I was soon comfortable apart from the Ecco right boot. Which continues to nag at my ankle.
I set off north after morning coffee with a light tailwind. It allowed me to cruise at 18-20mph and even 15mph on a long uphill drag. A black BMW went past at about 100mph after overtaking a whole chain of cars, on a blind hump, just before a village. Returned heavily laden at half my outgoing speed. Only 14 miles. The Vetta saddle allows me to lie low over the handlebars which the Brooks does not. I had to stop and adjust the tilt slightly as I was sliding forwards after swapping back to the Vetta. I could really do with a micro-adjusting pillar.
Tuesday 17th 43-60F, 6-15C, grey and very misty with some sunshine promised for later. The Danish police have announced they are to have a blitz on speeding with their camera vans. They could easily repay the national debt of several European countries inside a week, from a single camera. But this is considered to be against the basic human rights of the criminally insane. So they advertise in the press so the criminally insane can pause briefly in their normal behaviour before flooring it as soon as the "danger" is passed.
I read somewhere that the Danes speeding as the only known example of their otherwise placid acceptance of all their <cough> leaders throw at them. Or rather take away from them in endless taxes on taxes on taxes. The Danes are not normally given to shows of independent thought or action. Except behind the wheel when their true characters can come out.
Like the nut job who tried to run me down on the cycle path because I carefully adjusted his wing mirror when he was completely blocking the cycle path to my trike's further progress. He had stopped for a chat with the owner of a roadside house. Adjusting wing mirrors is a capital offense in Denmark apparently. But that's psychopaths for you. They always claim the victim was the reason for their serial, murderous behaviour. "He/she made me do it!" They scream hoarsely in their defense. When there is none.
Had I shown a video on YouTube of the psychopath trying to kill me, as an elderly tricyclist on the kerb-protected cycle path, it is I who would have been prosecuted. NOT the murderous, raving nut job behind the wheel. Who would cheerfully have been awarded damages for the intrusion into his private life. As the cell door slammed shut on yours truly.
Very few birds on my walk. The traffic was quite light, but of the couple of dozen vehicles I saw, not one had a rear fog light lit. Several had no lights showing at all despite it being compulsory to show dipped headlights 24x7 in Denmark. Several were driving on side lights. Vehicles were completely invisible at 200 yards and soft silhouettes at 100 yards. The mist was visible as small clouds moving slowly across the landscape within only a few yards, against the dark soil. Too busy, in a parallel universe, for a ride.
Wednesday 18th 50-70F, light winds, lots of blue sky and white clouds. Warm sunshine promised. As is an early ride to an appointment. It seems my brother has been hiding his skills at replacing vinyl saddle covers. Lot of useful advice if I should attack the old Vetta. Now I just need to find some magenta vinyl and some decent contact adhesive. Appointment mission accomplished with some shopping thrown in. Only 7 miles.
Thursday 19th 56-70F, light winds with more bright sunshine. Even without a jumper I was too warm on my longer walk up through the woods today. Lots of birds singing, particularly in the forest where I saw a Coal tit. A large and very pale bird of prey was resting on a small tree away across the fields. The farmers were very busy all day getting a tilth and sewing their fields. You would not believe the dust. Nor the stench of weapons grade pig shit! No ride today but I should have checked the highest temperature. London had 29C a 70-year record.