I've just been on a bike ride on the Monsal Trail and although it was cold, it felt less like an act of self-discipline and endurance, and more like a wonderfully refreshing trip.
I heard birds singing, and there was a bright spring sky, and I felt as though I was cycling into a painting by Sisley.
It made me think of that anecdote about Whistler, when a woman told him that a landscape reminded her of one of his paintings, and he responded: "Yes, Madam. Nature is creeping up."
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