5k walk this morning and 28k toddle on the bike this afternoon to remind legs who they work for. 2°C ave and wet. Not supposed to go out under 5° but thermometer gadget on our landing said it was 3.6° and that's as near 5° as dammit, yeronner. Managed the bugbear climb out of the valley with no cardiac wambles so yah boo sucks to Cassandras, get youse to a nunnery, etc.
Funny one: halfway along the local cycle path between two towns there's a bend where the road alongside is banked up, and this provides a few metres of shelter on the cycle-path side. As I went past this I saw a woman half-lying against the bank with her legs pulled up, texting away on her phone. If not for the phone I'd have stopped to see if she was OK, but she didn't appear to be suffering and she could have called for help any time if she'd needed it. On the way back she was still there, still texting, so I called out "ça va?" but she just looked at me and went on thumbing away, so I didn't stop. I thought later that maybe she didn't speak French - could've been an illegal immigrant - so I could have tried English, but I didn't think of it then, and in any case she looked contented enough. Oh well. There's not a lot of traffic on the path this weather, but there are always folk walking through to the supermarket and back so if she'd needed help after all she could have got it.