Not the blip I intended

We set off late morning for a local ride, but I forgot to blip the daffodils at Brigsteer, and was about to get the camera out for the damson blossom along the Lyth Valley - but then the wind blew, the temperature dropped, and heavens opened.  It stopped, of course, as we reached home, but we were wet to the skin.  So here's a blip of Andy's new riding colours and one of the few bits of Lake District roads where the potholes have been filled.