Reeds through spokes

Dusted off the bike after the winter. It felt good, quite mild, I even decided to a bit further. And then I reached half way and realised how over the few months of winter, I'd forgotten that the wind is always in my face on the way back.
It was lovely to feel the wind in my wheels, if a little bit cool and be in the the company of crows, larks, thrushes, goldfinches and coot.