|Mare and foal at Patrixbourne.|
I did not believe the weather forecast for one minute when it predicted that the mist would lift at 11 am and all would be sunshine. I have come to realise that the weather in East Kent is always at least half a day behind the forecast.
The autumn leaves were falling from black, dank trees which dripped heavy drops of condensed mist onto me as I cycled below.
|Cycling off the edge of the world.|
I was out for five hours and never saw further than about a hundred yards in front of me.
But then, that is what the weather can be like in November. I am not complaining – I am a cyclist.