December 2015

[Sweder]

A fitting to end 2015, running in the hills with Charliecat. That I'm running at all owes much to his enthusiasm. It was his suggestion that we chase the year into the eastern hills today. I wasn't up to it, really. Ronnie Scott's at 2.30am, where the upstairs jammers started their final number with the intricate drum intro to Caravan. I almost flipped my wig, daddio. Just trying to keep CC5 in sight blew the last vestige of hangover from my body. By the time we hammered down the last track I felt positively buoyant, hopes for a new year rising up through the debris of the last.

A lot of good things happened in 2015, tempered by a few difficult losses. The last, just this week, was as inevitable as any, yet when it came it struck many like a hammer-blow. 

Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage! Against the dying of the light.

Travel well, you wonderful man