What a difference a day makes

My cycle into work today was in complete contrast to my foggy journey home yesterday.  An eerie stillness interrupted only by a shrieking siren accompanied my late afternoon ride along the river, the lack of bird song emphasising the oppressiveness of the chilly, grey blanket that enveloped me.  This morning was a different story altogether, with an irritable duck loudly berating the rest of his paddle (clearly, not a morning Mallard) and several blackbirds singing cheerfully in the trees overhead.  And with very few cars crossing Eden Bridge, the traffic noise was merely a comforting murmur as I pedalled along!