The bike is useless. I'm swathed in thermal underwear and wool. There are two pairs of socks between my feet and the hard walking boots. My photography gloves (silk gloves under fingerless gloves) are coming into their own and I'm wearing Jane's warm hat. I am so relieved that I got rid of the glasses that recoiled from light. I love the crunch underfoot even if I have to leave five times as long for every journey.
Black and white in colour 148