There's a chill in the air
― Widdop again, long drive but too good a day to miss. Bryn was bound up with work, pity it was a belter. The wind was howling across the reservoir as I walked up to the lakeside boulders, white caps blowing on the waves. When I got to the boulders some kind soul had put a coniferous wind break in the way and the rocks were in the lee of the wind another reason why Widdop rocks. ∙ I did the excellent Left and Right Red Edges to warm up and tried to straighten out Foursquare but my neck was [...].
