" In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move"
A long run along the Colne yesterday, ice crunching in the shade and mud squelching where the weak sun had made an impression. Very cold, absolutely calm and deadly silent. In late afternoon the sun just about managed to break through the cloud, giving me just the merest hint of the spring that will be with us in a few weeks.
Nothing further to report. Over and Out. ES.