I woke this morning to the DJ on the radio telling us that there was more snow coming. People were calling in from all over the county saying that there was snow where they were. Looking out of the window all I could see was the remains of our last fall.
By the time I got the bike out there was evidence of a little fresh snow - a gentle sprinkle, like sugar on a cake.
As I left I could feel that something was falling, but it was so fine it was invisible, just lumps of damp air.
Heading off along the road towards the woods I felt it forming into something more substantial - icy lumps of freezing rain, so cold my face hurt!
But I can take it! I am a strong guy! (Cough, cough) I am! Honest!
Anyway, it was not until I arrived that I realised what had happened to me and my bike. We were covered with a fine film of ice. Parts of my coat were rigid! It was so cool! I have never had that before! I felt like Scott of the Antartic, but still alive!
I am such a hero, don't you think?