The final day. That was yesterday. I had planned on writing this when I got home last night, but, as might be expected, I was rather tired and anything I wrote probably wouldn’t have made a lot of sense. That
Over the last week or so, it has generally gone good day, bad day, good day etc. In that particular cycle of events, yesterday should have been my good day and today my bad. However, this didn’t happen. Yesterday was
I knew today was going to hurt, but when I reached the halfway point and I’d already done nearly nine miles, I knew it was going to hurt too much. Before I’d even set off I’d had battles with my
Not strictly speaking an earworm. I thought ‘Substitute’ might have got there when I heard it on the radio this morning, but it didn’t stick, so I chose this other Who classic from a list of suggestions provided by Chris.
A good day. A slightly longer day than expected, but a good day. First of all, I went slightly wrong attempting to leave Bosworth Country Park. We always say that the most difficult part of navigation is getting out of
Yes, Depeche Mode again, from Violator, and very appropriate. I said hello to a couple of people aboard canal boats at Shackerstone and to a chap walking his dog when I got back to Nailstone, but other than that, I
Depeche Mode, from the Black Celebration album. Anyway, to business. I gave myself a bit of a lie in this morning – I thought, why not? I don’t have to set off so early – I have the whole day
From Animals by Pink Floyd. Let’s cut to the chase – I’m feeling guilty, although I don’t think I need to. I don’t know – this is one of the problems of living alone, I have no sounding board. What