Ides of March.

[Bierzo Baggie]

Enough talking...let’s get running.
Did my habitual Toral de Merayo-Monte Pajariel route. Nobody about in Toral except a couple of old fellows chopping wood and the usual village chickens. Please note Mid-Life Crisis Man, that these chicken don’t go around escorted by canine bodyguards. They’re tough-bastard chickens around here. I’d never kick a chicken.

No snow on Pajariel although there’s plenty of it higher up on virtually all the mountains that encircle the Bierzo region. It felt too warm for snow down here but I did notice a few snowflakes falling when I crossed the rickety bridge.
Running time, 44 minutes. Felt weak. Must be all this energy-consuming keyboard-tapping.