B is for....

...Bridge.

I gave the new steed it's first proper soaking tonight. It was lashing down as I left the office after an afternoon for corporate fluffi-ness, information dissemination and back slapping. I took shelter for a wee bit under an office canopy and then headed toward the train station.

By the time I got to negotiating the pedestrianisation of getting into the train station the rain was reduced to the point of "I've just got a new bike, I really should make it pay for itself and carry on regardless." heaviness.

It I did end up with a proper soaking but I am glad I didn't chicken out.

This B has been at the north end of the bridge for a few weeks and thus in my blip bank since I saw it. It always makes my mind say "B for Bridge". I'm quite sure every person that cycles across the bridge regularly has clapped eyes on it.