Two

Day Two of Thirty.

Commuting east instead of west today. Shorter one too. So , at the end of the day, fired up with the euphoria of it being Friday on a Thursday, I headed out for the scenic route home. 

Up and around the Dam, looking and feeling like Spring's winning (buds budding, masses of midges (some protein in there), wild fowl squawking and humping everywhere, gloves off, jacket unzipped, playing out until after seven), and stopping off here to admire the views over the rooftops over, from this distance, the scenic village of Sauchie. Just be thankful you can't revel in the combined olfactorial experience of the manure freshly spread in the fields and the dog shit I'd just trodden in whilst setting up the gorillapod on the gatepost.

Smelled about as bad as the whiff of BS emanating from my telly the past two hours.

#30DaysOfBiking