I thought it might be fun to take out my new self illuminating hat out for a run in the dark, a mild night indeed. But, as was the idea, when I got off the lit streets it was a dark and mysterious one, and without much light, a suddenly damp and wet one when my feet went into an unseen puddle or patch of deep mud.
All adds to the fun and atmosphere though, enhanced as it was in my 6 Music cocoon, in a very narrow and short field of view, my own protection against the evil, although as it happened there wasn't any evil, and there wasn't any foxes or badgers like I'd hoped to find, mistaking me for one of their own.
Just a lot of dark, cool, quiet.
Si
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Thursday, 9 March 2017
Friday, 13 February 2015
Peaceful Running, Dark as Night
I'm off shift now, and my heroic conscience likes me to take a run in the evening of my last working day...
Mr Conscience tends to forget such small points as it being cold and dark, but armed with my head torch and a desire to take pictures of the familiar after the sun had gone to bed, I headed out at 830pm hoping to run 10km.
Within three minutes, my headtorch had slipped down my my nose, and the straps pulled out of their clasp when I tried to adjust them. Great. But although I decided the cycle path and the lakes were unwise with no source of light, I was still able to run across Clay Lane park and through the Sconce with the light in my hand, and although no glowing fox, deer or badger eyes were illuminated in my path, it was still a very peaceful feeling, to be running on my own, in my own little pool of light.
There was no-one around. My thoughts were my own. All looked different.
I felt no threat. But maybe, I just got lucky...
Si
Mr Conscience tends to forget such small points as it being cold and dark, but armed with my head torch and a desire to take pictures of the familiar after the sun had gone to bed, I headed out at 830pm hoping to run 10km.
Within three minutes, my headtorch had slipped down my my nose, and the straps pulled out of their clasp when I tried to adjust them. Great. But although I decided the cycle path and the lakes were unwise with no source of light, I was still able to run across Clay Lane park and through the Sconce with the light in my hand, and although no glowing fox, deer or badger eyes were illuminated in my path, it was still a very peaceful feeling, to be running on my own, in my own little pool of light.
There was no-one around. My thoughts were my own. All looked different.
I felt no threat. But maybe, I just got lucky...
Si
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| Magnolia coming into flower |
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| Silver birch |
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| Birch in bud |
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| Ceme-tree |
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| Gravestones |
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| Close up bark |
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| Along Clay Lane |
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| Sleeping snowdrops, the forgotten nature reserve |
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| Close encounters of the Navigation Kind |
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| Willow at the Devon |
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| Sconce oak wood |
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