November

[Sweder]

A wind-thrashed outing early this morning, leg-rust falling away after the first twenty minutes. Furrowed commuter clouds scudded low across the plains, hurrying out of the north east as if late for some celestial train. Occasional patches of weak sunlight poked through the shroud, mostly over the distant seaport of Newhaven where tiny glitterbugs danced on wave-caps in defiance of the gloom.

It was one of those; get out of bed, pull on the gear and head straight out the door. Don't think about it or else you'll dream up a hundred reasons not to go.
Now it's over I'm pleased to have banked another 8 ks.

Track du jour: the astonishing title track from Wish You Were Here.
It arrived in the first few muddy metres, leaving me alone on the downs with forty minutes of treasured, private memories.