Tuesday 22nd 62-68F, 17-20C, bright and breezy with plates of small, fluffy clouds. I walked to the village in cool sunshine until it really broke through. Disturbed two hares sunbathing in a spray track beside the road. A Red kite went over, soaring across the wind with only occasional wing beats. You could have laid a ruler across its wings they were so perfectly straight. Only its wing tip fingers spoilt the line. A Siskin was sitting on a rock beside the road on the way back. It kept opening its beak to make a silent call. Very pretty it was too as I stepped closer at intervals. Only when a noisy van sped past did it finally take fright. No ride today.
Wednesday 23rd 60-74F, another sunny day with light winds. Early ride to the shops returning heavily laden. Then had to go back again. Quarter of an hour for 3 miles each way trying hard. I don't think Sagan has much to worry about. 14 miles in total.
Thursday 24th 68-73F, 17-23C at 8.30m with more unbroken sunshine promised. More wind today up to 12m/s or about 25mph. I have another ride to do N-S-N. Should should have a crosswind. The wind was already roaring in my ears on my walk. A bird of prey was being harassed by a crow but they were moving away rapidly downwind. Did I mention the wind? ;-)
Late morning ride with a strong crosswind, going well and averaging 14mph. Coming home felt more like a headwind and much harder work! The countryside looks like endless green lawn at the moment. 14 miles again.
May is set to end on an average temperature of 14.8C. A full degree above the previous record of 1889. The farmers are worried about a drought now! Though it doesn't stop them from spraying and muck spreading.
Friday 25th 63F, 17C, bright, breezy and sunny again. I walked past the marsh in deep grass. Only a couple of cormorants and mallards on the pond. My head exploded further on as I brushed through head high grass. Fortunately the sneezing soon stopped as I escaped from the woods.
The crops are progressing rapidly now. With the fields all changing colour as the grain ripens. Wafts of childhood memories of the local brewery surfaced from the nearby crops. The oil seed rape has mostly gone over now. As have the vast numbers of dandelions. The wind having stripped away the countless seed 'clocks.'