Just me, the howling wind, lashing rain, thunderous skies, three glum dogs and a rock n roll soundtrack to break your heart.
God was there too, in the midst of the mother of all tantrums.
The celestial toddler ejected meteorological toys from His pram with great zeal and wild abandon.
I must confess I loved every muddy, stinging, battered, frozen minute.
Sometimes you have days, usually related to work, when only a hard run in the foulest conditions will do. I’ve had a couple of those back-to-back this week (it's still only Wednesday for pity's sake) and in the interests of maintaining cordial relations with the residents of Chez Sweder I had to hit the hills tonight.
Much better now, thanks.
5 miles, utter foulness
May . . . the farce be with you . . .
