We rubbed our eyes.
We thought we were dreaming.
We were not.
It snowed like crazy here in The Berks this morning.
The paddlers were on the river anyway.
The cyclists were bundled up and getting in the long rides.
People think us crazy.
A bit daft.
But we know the truth.
We know how alive a person feels moving along at 50 mph on a twisting downhill run as windchill tickles ears and noses.
We know the pleasure of hammering along a river with the wind pushing boat and paddler from the rear.
We know this is why we love living here.
Why we choose a rural life.
The rewards are all around us.