Coldest Day.

Cycled to Old Scone then up to (New) Scone. Felt like the coldest day yet and my new super-duper down-filled, windproof, waterproof gloves could still not keep my fingers warm. Icy roads near the kerbs and bright sunshine reflecting off shiny roads made it all a bit hairy. Had to stick to main roads as any side roads and cycle paths still lethally icy. Too cold to even think about stopping and taking gloves off to take a picture. Roads did not seem any quieter - certainly nothing like the first lockdown when they were deserted for the first few days at least.

Faute de mieux, my daughter's birthday flowers became my blip.