Time

... hung heavily today. Things feel like a cocktail of lead and treacle ... but, it’s Friday. When I left work I just wanted to go back to old home. Instead I went back to new home and jumped on the bike to try to feel a bit more energised. Another cycle into The Shining to investigate a new patch over by Culgaith, dodging the signs saying, private, strictly private, trespassers will be prosecuted and trying to work out the distance from the footpath and the guns I could hear in the distance. Nice stretch of river and private fishing though, and lots of very wildlife friendly stretches, and I caught up with my uncle on a phone call.