cold and slow. I think I'm getting slower, but maybe I'm just pacing myself better - 1kph slower getting out of London, but didn't need the feel to hammer it on the chance of being lucky with the lights. Warmer riding across town in the morning, but into a cold headwind on the way home. North London traffic was mental, but now it's drier, and most of the leaves are off the trees the cyclepaths are getting less like rural bridleways. The Redbourn road was as unpleasant as always, but after that it was so quiet that I fancifully decided that the Russians had started launching missiles and everyone was hiding at home. Then normal service resumed and I was brought out of my reverie...
23rd commute of the year, I think.