A Mud Bath
When Tom was young we used to go to cycle cross events, but I hadn't been to one for a while. This weekend the circuit came to Otterspool Park. Perfect conditions. It was teeming. Not easy for the amateur blipper who didn't want his precious camera to get wet- or, worse, muddy. And then I discovered my battery was on its last legs. Difficult decisions. Could I wait a bit in the hope that the rain eased but the contestants got even more muddy? The latter was a certainty, but the rain didn't let up and it got ever more gloomy as I huddled under a tree for some shelter. Still, it could have been worse. I might have been riding.