Is that a Sting song? Who knows.
Yes, a gentle run tonight, more for guilt at having eaten a huge buffet at work today - and another one tomorrow - to commemorate inmates of long service without getting any sicknesses. I tried to compensate by only having a small supper, but no, with my back feeling relatively OK I thought I needed to get out there.
It doesn't have to be super warm to be a glorious evening - it was one tonight even though there was a slight ambient chill. But the sun gave just enough heat without causing discomfort, and I made the most of it.
Tonight I set off across the grange road fields, listening to Sussex playing cricket on the radio, looking over golden fields of barley as Sting would have it - pretty sure it's wheat actually - over towards Hawton Church, and wishing there was someone selling lemonade from the roadside stall much beloved of those HSBC adverts featuring the snake loving child.
Non-such alas, but at least idiots on quad bikes or scramblers weren't charging about and the path was reasonably clear of the excrement of Welsh cobs for a change.
Take pleasure in the small things.
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