Getting all Steamed Up

We should have known better when we saw the isobars on last night's weather chart so close together they almost became one thick line.
We should have known better when the wind gusted and howled round the bedroom window during the night
We should have known better when the rain drummed on the bedroom skylight in the early hours
We should have known better when we noticed the wind chill
And lastly but not least, we should have known better when the birch trees in the garden were bent double in the south westerley this morning.
But you know what? We His Lordship ignored it all and cagoled me into riding forth into the gale.

The trouble was we didn't learn our lesson quickly enough because we headed in a north easterly direction with the wind at our backs and only a light shower to dampen our belief in beating the weather, to NethyBridge and on to Broomhill Station where I managed to get this blip of the steam train plying its way up and down the line from Aviemore, before his Lordship announced he was feeling too cold to hang about.

With the wind still at our backs and of yet an unknown ferocity, we climbed up the main road to Dulnain Bridge and then turned south west to cycle to Carrbridge.

It was then that we realised our mistake as we were head on to what seemed like a gale, and, coming off the main road on a quiet back road to Carrbridge was worse as it was directly up a valley acting as a wind tunnel .

While his Lordship seems to thrive in adverse weather conditions, I don't, but my curses were swept away un heard and into oblivion behind me as I battled for every foot of road. Carrbridge couldn't come soon enough for us to have a pot of hot energy restoring tea before heading back to the house.

Now, after a hot shower, my good humour has been restored and his Lordship has suggested visit to the mountain Cafe for a cake. But I'm not cycling there.No way, José!