In the past week, two keen cyclists I know have both ruled out getting on their bikes until March. Too cold, they say. Too wet, they say. I’m trying to put their warnings out of mind because I’ve seen a glimmer of sun and I am desperate to get on my velocipede, ride it out to Epping forest, and see some green.
Maybe I’ll get five miles through the big smoke before I have to turn back because my hands have gone blue, but gosh darn it I’m going to give it the old college try.
