Yes, I chickened out today and took the bus to work.
The roads were far too icy for cycling, so I got up early, sorted out Humphrey's food and then hiked up to his field. He was pleased to see me, as usual, so I fed him, made sure his stable had a good amount of straw on the floor, topped up is water and hay, fed the birds and the feral cat that also lives up there and finally headed for the bus.
Although I had seen buses around, I was sure that I was in for a long wait (the service can be unreliable even at the best of times) but to my amazement one appeared bang on time, only a couple of minutes after I got the the stop!
Getting on the bus, I had to sit next to a woman who, I noticed, shuffled away from me slightly. Hm, I looked down at myself and realised why! My boots, trousers and coat had a liberal sprinkling of snow, straw hay and mud, with my boots also showing evidence of recent encounters with ponypoop...
There are many reasons why people don't like taking the bus, and I guess that this morning I was one of them!
Ah well, I can't be the hero all of the time, can I?