Sometimes it can't be much fun being a hen can it? Like this morning. White over again.
The roads were like glass and the ride down to Welshpool was a bit dodgy but it seems to be the sort of challenge that the Glam Ass enjoys. We do going-too-fast, trial skids and trial braking while I grit my teeth and hold on tight. There is a precipitous drop to the one side of the road down the Stubb. Best not to think about it. The words 'Don't do this!' only pass my lips once. I have the patience and nerve of a saint it seems.
It's raining gently now and the world is dripping gently. A relief.