No this isn’t a post about exploring the more exotic routes of Dutch cycling infrastructure, but something much more mundane. After yesterday’s rain, commuting this morning along the National Cycle Network, the long grass was hanging heavy and damp over the soggy tracks.
They say a rolling stone gathers no moss, but a peddling cyclist certainly collects seeds. Riding along, with the grassy heads brushing against my legs and panniers, I got a pretty even cotyledon crust. By the time I reached the station I looked like a mobile seed bank.