A London meeting keeps Leeds at bay for a day longer than expected, giving me the luxury of a morning run at home. It wasn’t a great run, but it was the kind of morning that makes you value those ordinary things that the 21st century wants to beat out of you with a computer keyboard. The sunny lanes with their tall, dense hedges and twitchy rabbits; the long shadow of the medieval church, the avenue of oaks through the park, the deer by the lake, the two old horses nodding over the fence, a skyful of birds.… READ MORE.... …