Troubled Skies over Holbrook
["Dark skies on the left are likely over Woodstock"]
On the way home the skies appeared to threaten rain. I hopped off at the entrance to a familiar laneway (the once pretty farmhouse and century-old barn are long gone and the lot is now almost entirely empty) which seemed to mark the line between the skies I had left behind and the troubled skies ahead.
["Unfortunately I am not riding to the NE"]
["Some blue sky ahead but I am losing it quickly"]
["The skies behind me"]
["The skies ahead"]
["If I rode 1 mile to the SW I would be in the sun"]
["I'd better get a move on"]
Once I reached Salford I knew the odds of staying dry all the way home were minimal.