The Cycle Track section was blocked by a considerably substantial branch, felled no doubt by a human: no wild weather except the rain to blame.
Lovely evening, and despite the remnants of whatever had invaded my chest, I fared well on my 20k.
The Hardrock is in desperate need of a clean and that is what I am looking at doing this evening; a few cuppas and a good playlist will help.
Perhaps I’ll continue through the second part of Jack Campbell’s, Dreadnought.
Already I’m looking up at the fading Summer sky, Autumn already being ushered in. And I’m noticing (non botanist speak warning here!) the devastation amongst the hedgerows and the ditches at the side of the road.