Weather sunny, or was it bright because I took the jacket out?

The plan is to pick the bike up and go for a ride, so off me and the ballast go onto the bus. Me wearing the Jacket, strange but cars kept flashing me in a “your dazzling me at night on a country lane type way”.
Across town I go in the jacket looking like a rookie road sweeper.
Pick the bike up, little test run, ARRRH its still clicking.
The plan now is to give it a ride for a bit, see if it stops or gets worse and take it back next week.
So off we go! As I mentioned before, one of the other items I had ordered was a set of padded cycling shorts.
Wow! I had now found paradise. The cushioning effect they had against the seat was marvellous. Yes they look like nappies, but hey, saves stopping to have a wee. Just needs ringing out at the end of the day.
Wonder what that smell is?
Of we set through town, two slight altercations with buses and we make the delightful restored Wicker.
Restored to the condition it would have been in the middle ages, the land the council forgot.
I plan to go via the five wears river walk to Uncle M’s. Having shared this news with the ballast he rhythmically chants “Mcdonalds” in my ears for the next 40 minutes
So under the wicker arches is the first suspended bridge section I intend to tackle, suspended on silver looking cables, nestling above the River Don.
However some wag had thought he could make a few bob and nicked the silver looking cables, path closed.
Back to the road and re join the path later.
Back on the river side walk I wonder how people can claim Sheffield is no longer industrial. (Sure, Thatcher did the steel industry what the Luftwaffe failed to do) But it is still an industrial city.
I can hardly say this is an attractive route, sure I am not catching it at its best, the rivers been in flood and every branch, twig or root has a bit of polythene stuck to it, it don’t look good. Through the hedges you can see factories. Cans and things lay on the muddy banks.
I suppose the spring will bring new growth to paper over the crap.
I wave to two fisher men. Looking at where they are fishing they appear to have caught two washing machines. Perhaps that’s how they have been cleaning the Don, with washing machines.
I pass a factory what must make end of dog parts, the floor is littered with them outside the factory. They must be rejects, but it looks an eye saw.
Now if I sound anti Sheffield nothing could be further from the truth. I love the place to bits, it’s like having a brother or sister. Only you can hit them, if any one else tries, god help them.
Sheffield strange place but I love it, the people, how we thank bus Drivers when we get off (perhaps they do that elsewhere to), even when the bus drivers the most miserable sod in the world and cant even grunt at you when you get on , we say Thank you. This does not apply to all, just some.
Only in Sheffield can we have an airport and the sell it to make more factories.
God I love this place.
On to Uncle M’s. BALLAST HAS HAPPY MEAL. Then whilst sat out side, runs about, falls over, bites his lip in the fall and hurts his hands, cries for twenty minutes. I try to hide (from embarrassment), but it’s not easy in my yellow jacket.
Not a very happy meal.
Off we set for home and to cheer him up I suggest we go past the airport (whilst its still there).It will take 40 mins longer and I will encounter my arch rival (the big hill that I need to go up).

After 5 minutes the ballast falls asleep, and sees nothing of the airport which appears full of activity (1 plane moves).

Up the hill from hell and home to a total disaster, I can’t believe it my world came crashing down.

My yellow jacket had a spot of mud on it!