Seasons of Mists…

…and mellow fruitfulness- To Autumn by Keats

It is Autumn and happily I can now eat things off bushes as I’m running. Not today though as I was running too fast, well, fast for me anyway. It was a short run but I made it count as I haven’t been out for a while.

It was damp and grey, retaining a dewy quality, felt like early morning. Kept it short but pressed on to shake off the cobwebs.

Home to a hot stove, fizz in the fridge and rugby later. A nice way to undo all my hard work. 5 miles.


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