The wife dragged me out of bed at 8am for a bike ride on the beach.
It was -2C, but cloudless and strangely bright feeling for no reason, we took the van simply because the roads were lethal, a thin layer of solid ice across the entire surface.
Crawled to beach car parks with the traction control cutting in at every takeoff.
I was in no mood for it, but once I was on the bike I started to get enthused for a blast.
Fingers numb, wooly hat over my ears, nose running.
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I was amazed to find a lot of people there, I guess this was the first day that didnt feel January dank, but seeing families walking at 8am at these temperatures was quite a surprise.
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Long shadows, constantly testing the grip, but moments of sheer simple beauty as that fleeting feeling of something special flashes into your mind, the one that for a split second alters your perception of familiarity.
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With a bit of creative path choosing, you can ride for 10 miles though this elevated terrain, constantly choosing a path though the trees and calculating the steepness of the next descent.
With the added assurance no bears are going to join in the fun or that getting lost is always just a half hour walk to a coffee stand.
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The weather guys have told us this was the last cold day...waves to the gulf stream....we never got any proper snow up here, but springs coming and I'm looking forward not back.
All the coffee shops were full to the brim, so we rode to our local Garden centre after the roads thawed out ,which is mostly used by local retirees.
Its recently had a makeover and the cafe is very pleasant indeed.
Ive just discovered its part of the Klondyke and Strike brand, which seems such an odd name for a British company.
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But sat there it suddenly dawned on me that Im 60 this year and here I am sat in a garden centre, and worst of all I walked around admiring the displays and nearly bough a body warmer.
Next I'll be walking about holding my hands behind my back.
I asked the lovely old ladies if I could bring the bike in, no problem at all they said.
But as I wheeled my fatbike in their faces dropped, I might as well been bringing in a Hells Angel Harley Davidson.
Probably get discussed at Bridge club.