I biked to work this morning and had to break my one rule: Never gear down.
Today I did, but only one down. Gotta draw the line somewhere.
Heading northwest, it was windy. Turning north, it was worse. I’m hoping it holds up until suppertime, so I can set a world record on the way home.
The painting above is called “A Windy Day in Connemara”. I don’t know where that is, and I don’t claim to have seen large mammals flying by this morning. But if your walls need a bit of “windy colour”, this piece is by Ted Turton.