Woolly Bears

I dodged two on the way up to Greenhow.  

The temperature was perfect, the cloud was lifting and my fingerless gloves were on for the first time this year.  It was a good feeling getting half way round and being nearly home.  For two reasons:

Firstly, it was just pleasant to be out for a shorter and still delightful ride.
Secondly, the shimmering lights of a migraine as I was eating lunch in the garden.  Irksome.