knackered

another deluge last night, forget fields. to vineyard as also, change = rest. keep meeting dalmation at same spot. three times maybe we’ve emerged from our adjacent alleys at the same time. what to make of it. stream near mill flooding almost up to path, and crashing down under little bridge into normally peaceful pool. stone buddha on bank looks even more out of place. splash along bottom of vineyard, trudge up to top stile. possibly haven’t complained more by this point in a run. over stile for repeat of monday. just rubbish up hills. avoid bridleway again. which again means a slowly rising mile straight into a wind. ends at gate by car park where mountain biker is crouching by bike. national trust man once gave me a ticking off for cycling here. as he turned away i explained i had cycled along tracks that trucks use. he said that was ‘just for access’ and swaggered off. running simpler all round. straight down the front. fabulous big fat kia-ora-coloured sun sat on horizon. like magic sun gone when look from pilgrims’ way. run back up through trees and there it would be again, probably. don’t run back up. still very light as run down stony way, with wind behind it feels spring evening-ish. less so down clayey path and tottering through swamp. that wind again. ah, a river where no river used to be, across wide end of track. run up required to jump one bit. take off area looks slippery... eeasy. push on up lane and feel properly tired. catch last of daylight through bury hill. bells chime as hit churchyard. new pond in park. well, it’s a pond to four ducks, one of whom is actually tails up. just a puddle on the grass, one of several, can now see, silver puddles. wind behind for last five minutes but doesn’t feel like it. knackered.