Sunday, 1 November 2015

Foggy November – cycling off the edge of the world.

Mare and foal at Patrixbourne.

I did not believe the weather forecast for one minute when it predicted that the mist would lift at 11 am and all would be sunshine. I have come to realise that the weather in East Kent is always at least half a day behind the forecast.

The autumn leaves were falling from black, dank trees which dripped heavy drops of condensed mist onto me as I cycled below.

Cycling off the edge of the world.

I was out for five hours and never saw further than about a hundred yards in front of me.  

But then, that is what the weather can be like in November. I am not complaining – I am a cyclist.

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