Maybe there's a bit of Druid blood in me for I just had to get out today on the shortest day of the year, the winter solstice. I struggled a wee bit up Castle Hill (read walked!) but got into some sort of flow again once I reached my old running track on the flatter top.
|My running track (Click to enlarge pictures)|
I just had to stop and take a photograph, it felt so good to be back again, running on top of my little world, even in cloud and a nithering wind. I could hear music playing and drums beating and I felt they were playing just for me, a welcoming back from that dark world I'd been living in for the past few months.
|Approaching the tower|
A little thrill was rippling through me as I approached Victoria Tower. The folk group, Thieving Magpie, were going through their exuberant paces on the grass in time to the music of half a dozen darkly dressed instrumentalists.
|Thieving Magpie performing|
There was shouting and clacking of sticks as they went about their merry dance. It'a shame the sun didn't join in the celebration. peeping over the horizon to light up the fun and proclaim that we were hopefully going to see a lot more of it in 2020
I jogged home through muddy fields, shouting 'hello you lot' to the horses I mentioned in yesterday's post.
This animal was happy,