Good morning.
Just back from another damp outing. After a week of rain there’s nothing that isn’t soaked, including me now. The slug armies were out again, having the best days of their lives while planning their take-over of the planet. The birds were just getting on with life, so I tried to follow their example. I was really tired, though, and just couldn’t find the energy. I decided not to worry about speed and struck out in a rhythm somewhere between my usual approach and the Japanese slow jog (is that’s what it’s called?).
In that way a slightly disappointing 30 minutes passed without any problems.
But please no more rain for a bit.