I'm lucky to be able to run, if with minor niggles here and there, lucky to be able to run where I want, lucky to take photographs of what I want and then lucky enough to be able to write about it otherwise.
No so easy for some folk.
Jimi Hendrix was playing "Freedom" on 6 Music as I ran along, as exercised my freedom not to listen to "Any Answers" on Radio 4 and its fruitcake callers. That got me thinking. How much freedom to explore, blog and photograph would a nature blogger in say, Saudi Arabia, or Mali, or perhaps China have? For I can jump fences to take pictures sometimes, without facing 15 years in jail.
I suppose some would say that survival full stop is more important, but survival without writing, and appreciating the world around you, is a very empty kind of living. Words are important.
That's why I can't stand people who do nothing but sit on their backsides and watch X-Factor and Jeremy Kyle and contribute a whole lot of nothing to the world. I may not do a whole lot, but at least I try. And appreciate the freedom I have to do so.
Thinking under a big sky!
Si
