the birm*

When last is first.

What with the sun shining and the snow melting at the speed of butter on freshly cooked pancakes,  I decided (well, I had previously decided) to head out and give my legs, and the bike, a wee spin. As I was sweating and panting up the hill (45 mins up, 15 mins down) it hit me that this may be the last ride of the winter (with spring just a few days away), meaning that it would be the first of many rides of “the season” (when snow/ice/salt doesn’t prevent one from riding in the mountains) and when temperatures are a little more encouraging. Bring it on!!!