Meeting Yourself - March 6th

It happened today. In fact it may have happened before but this time I had proof. I was cycling from Herrsching to Wessling in the snow when I came across another set of tyre tracks. I recognised them immediately, for they were mine.

It leads to a mixture of emotions. Frustration at the time and energy wasted but also incredibility that your infallible, male sense of direction may have been found wanting.

But then you think again, of course not. They were probably someone else's tracks