Too many bikes, too few brain cells, not enough time.
Friday, 16 September 2011
Grey with a hint of purple.
Everything's gone grey with a hint of purple. Which is nice. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy riding into night. Watching the lying sun sinking behind Peak hills. A cat that looks like a badger in the half light, but is still a cat. A dim pheasant playing verge roulette. A field full of long-lashed alpacca. Or were they vicuña? Back lanes littered with a criss-cross matrix of twigs. An owl spread out wide and swooping ahead in the gloom. A hint of somewhere in the middle chill in the air. And an understated shadow of winter just over the horizon.