The journal of Paul M. Watson.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Frosty saddle

My fingers were too cold to get a photo of me rubbing the frost and ice off of my bike this morning. Flying down the Ferrybank hill left my fingers rosy with the cold. While passing some cows in a field I noticed their water trough was iced over while their fodder can't have been too tasty covered in frost.

Thankfully I am not further North as they have been getting sleet, snow and more ice than down here.

Cycling in Ireland is grand.


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