Spokeshirts Blog

A little puddle of beauty on a brass monkeys night.

Well, you know what it’s like.  Get home from work and before a single buttock hits the sofa a bottle of wine has been opened. The next thing I knew it was 10pm and it was dark and quiet. Whoops.

This is a folly in Newark Park. Not as old as it looks, a bit like your mother.

Had an extended lunch hour out with Neil. He wins though – his lunch hour has lasted since November. And he still hasn’t washed his bloody bike.

Had to avoid the farmers out shooting pheasants but it was worth the buckshot.

I’ve heard a lot of excuses for not riding, and most of them tonight. What is this ‘work’ thing they keep on about?

So I guess it’ll be tomorrow lunchtime. And yes, I’ll take the camera.

It was worth a try but very frustrating. I’ll have to wait for a bit of drama in the sky I think.

Just been reading up on HDR photography. Seems easy enough – will post a new found fad photo tomorrow.

Had a great ride this evening, about 20k of mud and laughing. Unfortunately photos taken during these nighttime excursions are fairly, um, crap. Black sky and a few thousand lumens beaming out everywhere isn’t going to win win many photographic competitions. Maybe if I trained a wolf…..nope, that would never work.

Today was one of those days when I walked out of work and felt that I’d achieved nothing. The sky was grey, it was bloody cold I knew I couldn’t go out this evening.

I have one of these days once a month. Probably a ‘mini man period’ or similar. Come to think of it I am a man that once had a mini for a period.

Anyhow, tomorrow will be brighter, bigger and better. And the start of the weekend.

Only picture worth seeing is the loop we did off road last night – foggy fun.

Bloody clean snow has been replaced by bloody muddy mud.

I know, I know. Should have been working – but everyone needs a spare.

More snow due tomorrow!