easy

start easy, as mean to continue. tis, after all, last, easy, run before saturday. it’s also too cold for jogging and in seconds usual tempo returns. but it will be short. to bury hill. once again an alleyway is the coldest place. ah, cairn terrier ahead, in exact spot where cairn terrier bit me. teeth truly like needles. don’t take my eyes of it. same one? it isn’t phoebe, cairn terrier of the woods, who has mellowed. owner restrains it. there are no words for the sounds it is making. arrive at bury hill quite knackered. the woody park is softer and greener than last time. lots of people about, and dogs, soppy dogs. quick sort-of-figure-of-eight - too quick, but i’m avoiding the steep climb. another half-figure-of-eight - figure-of-nought - then home as the crow flies. great.