Woken at ten to five this morning by thoughts of ships and the sound of a high wind in the branches of the big sycamore at the bottom of our garden.
Went out at half six to run a couple of miles before breakfast. Still dark, and very gusty, with a waning crescent moon riding high among wind-driven shreds of cloud. Strangely exhilerating. And it didn't rain until I'd got far enough that the inevitable squall was refreshing rather than grim :-)
A good start to the day.
Went out at half six to run a couple of miles before breakfast. Still dark, and very gusty, with a waning crescent moon riding high among wind-driven shreds of cloud. Strangely exhilerating. And it didn't rain until I'd got far enough that the inevitable squall was refreshing rather than grim :-)
A good start to the day.