moth to flame

bit late. to vineyard. stream two feet lower. statue on bank is not buddha... have a closer look next time. wind behind, drier ground, running too fast. moth to a flame. can’t sustain it, hands on knees at stile. going up to downs a different way - along high track overlooking vineyard and town. climb into wind. hands on knees at gate. climb into wind. hands on knees at gate. past church, to car park. tiny icy puddle has been only icy spot up here for last few runs. straight down. down and down. swamp is worse, nearly slip, didn’t slow, just passed bloke. look out for hole in track.. easy to spot, it’s now a puddle. or is it... no, cautious has its uses. seems to be a dog party at bury hill, so many rushing around the open bit. none look like wronguns. rush through them all. pair of black dogs suddenly overtake, shoulder to shoulder, head on shoulder, shoulder in mouth. spin away like playful otters. hands on knees at gate. bells chiming as approach church. stop well before reach church. ducks all back in proper pond in park. into wind for last few minutes. had to have the final word. dive-bombed by moth as doing w and s. very strange, already had the title in mind. i think.