Day one of my enforced fitness regime, I don’t mind cycling to work, but it seems different when I know that I have to cycle to work because I can’t ride the motorbike.

Dark and gloomy as I left the building to ride home, the storm clouds grew thicker and closer as I rode along Gardiner’s Creek. Too dark for sunglasses, the little midges were so thick I had to keep my eyes half shut. Around Bourke Road I new I wasn’t going to get home dry and tried to guess which underpass to stop at. By Tooronga road the storm had hit, so I sat for fifteen minutes watching the rain hammer down, the lightning flash around and the creek rise.

Stormwater spilling into Gardiners creek

A bit dark, but it was amazing watching the creek rise and all the pine chips, plastic bottles and other rubbish come shooting out of the drains.

Stormwater spilling into Gardiners creek