By a twist of
fate, winter gear has appeared on the road as a work of Divine Providence.
First, Gabi´s wool gloves, which were found lying next to a bench on the Danube,
and which now complete the accessory kit that started with an abandoned hat in
Madrid and an orphaned neck buff which first appeared in Conques. For the feet,
nothing better than some wellies of a poor recently deceased squatter at the
abandoned mill that has been our home for a cold week. Meanwhile, Gabi is happy
with some neoprene boots he was given in Slovenia, although I can´t complain
either about the gloves that Clea (a Valencian who has been travelling with her
family in a horse drawn cart for eleven years and has set up winter camp in
Hungary)gave me. But what has really allowed us to enjoy cycling in colder
conditions has been the idea of Peter to take a couple of second hand anoraks and cut
them and then sew them in a way to make mittens that are installed on the
handlebars and with which we could travel to the North Pole. But let us take up
where we left off to understand how we have linked up this set of circumstances
that has made life easier.
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