On the edge

Started the day with a false start. Just as I was about to go out on the bike a heavy shower crossed overhead. Voted with my feet and refused to go out. Fortunately it quickly passed over so decided to grab the opportunity for a blip ride.

As I descended the steep hill from the castle heard a train. Not to be out done sprinted towards the level crossing. A fellow cyclist was already there conversing with the crossing man. He looked a tad disconcerted as I threw the bike down and wrestled the camera from my rucksack.

On the gate opening he rushed off up the hill no doubt anxious to escape the mad woman on a bike! I pottered off into the cloud. At the top of the hill the cloud was clearing and it felt as though I was cycling on the edge of the storm clouds. The weather did brighten but I cut the ride short as I was buffeted by a cross wind.