6ft cyclist x 7.20am Spring Sun = 16ft shadow.
I’m all multi-modal now. Courtesy of obliging colleagues, I’ve been able to shoe-horn cycle commuting back into my day, with a winding 18 minute mosey along the Taff Trail before a car pick up just off the M4. I’m so glad I bought that folder all those years ago.
The sun cast huge shadows this morning, peeping through the canopy, reflecting off the river and bathing everything in an all too rare glow; an oil painting world of golden swirls and forest green. At this time in the morning, company is provided by bold as brass Robin’s, fiercely defending their territory (and occasional cyclists heading South).