Didn't sleep well, up early so ideal time to give that morning run a go. So gear together and off I go, initial walk, my it's warm. Wow, what a lot of traffic, we live in a small village, commuters on their way to the city, the local veg packing station starts at seven and a combined harvester plus pilots, chaos! Before Laura has said "we're off" all is quiet calm once more - except for the local cockerel, who wakes up at silly o'clock every day.
It's warm, but not hot like last night, onward I shuffle - step step breathe, step step breeeeaathe, step step, it's like opening the oven door without the steaming up of glasses. the river is looking lovely, like glass, nothing much moving, the narrowboats are silent, no one moving about. Moorhens are darting in and out of the reeds, lovely.
Changed route today, pass the bridge and onwards down to the lock, a couple of early birds already going through. Turn way from the river and along footpath, need to concentrate, grass has been cut but not baled, like running through leaves or mud! I keep getting great balls of hay on my feet, not a good look! Thankfully back onto the lane and through orchards, when Laura calls walk, and I just stop - dead - and realise she said walk. Off I trundle homeward, didn't get as far as I hoped, however, change is good and 7/2 done - 12 hours early - thanks to sage advice. Happy me.