|Puddle by M.C. Escher|
The low winter sun and crisp air, clear work from my head and give my tired legs a boost.
Lots of Escher like muddy puddles, many of them frozen. Yes its cold. Thankfully there is hardly any breeze. Even so no hanging about today, being a plodder I can only just run fast enough to keep warm.
Most non outdoorsy folk don't get it; School kids forced to do cross country, shiver or skive. Drinkers sat around the fire in a cosy pub, mock and central heated Coronation Street viewers , ask why!.... but Billy and I love it.
To put this into perspective, the same night Iain Ridgway was starting his self supported, Winter paddy Buckley round.
Respect! well done Iain
|Sunset over Kedleston|