Entry tags:
Running
Out for 6k at 1100.
Ran across the fields to the next village and back, on a bright and beautiful sunny day. There was a huge flock of lapwings on the newly-sprouted winter wheat, and a heron flew out of the trees as I passed, beating long and low away across the field. Magic.
Ran across the fields to the next village and back, on a bright and beautiful sunny day. There was a huge flock of lapwings on the newly-sprouted winter wheat, and a heron flew out of the trees as I passed, beating long and low away across the field. Magic.