May 2012

[Sweder]

A couple of gentle waggles across the hills this week. Everything sags under the weight of ceaseless rain, yet nature keeps calm and carries on with Spring. Skylarks, the original Twitterers, dash and flutter above the lengthening wild grass. Rabbits abound, the youngest marshalled to safety by the wiley old lags as my leggy hounds approach. Rooks circle and caw, their mocking tone a harsh critique of my languid style.

I'm hoping to hit a slightly longer run on Sunday. It'll be an easy affair, nothing over ten miles, a test of the continued healing process. Ideally I'd like to cover Old Snakey a couple of times before Seaford. Sadly, once again, work will jam a stick into that particular planning wheel. A return to Geneva beckons, though I'll not be staying at the Overlook Hotel this time.