By WharfedaleBex

Well, all right

If you break me in gently with a bit of mist, I can cope with the lack of ice.  And then rolling out of the door on my bike in a balmy eleven degrees?! Now you're talking!  Eyeballing a barn owl sitting metres away on the fence as I came back over Langbar induced a spontaneous gasp.

Plus a bit of work in between.  Spring is off to a fine start.

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