I decide it’s possibly too windy to cycle, although I have this nagging feeling I’m actually wimping out a bit. I will get the bus and attempt a run later. Once I get outside, it’s a case of battling against the wind, even on foot and then during the journey to work the bus is rocking around from side to side. So I guess it must have been windy. Perhaps I made the right choice not to cycle.
After work I’m not too optimistic about having a good run. I think the 'good' bit depends on which direction the wind is blowing. The right way so it seems. I have a good run and kind of fun running through the deep drifts of leaves.
Then it's home to pack for Scotland where hopefully they'll be drifts of a different sort.
Back in a week or so.
(Friday 4th February)
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