#68: From a log in a quiet noisy place with mud underfoot
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Happy Friday! And a warm welcome if you're new here. Thanks for opening me... After a week of fluctuating symptoms of flu, yesterday I was reminded of the healing power of a bike ride. The weight came off my shoulders as I cycled through the southerly reaches of Greater London, through back streets of spring sunshine, between grid-lines of daffodils, dodging traffic on green lanes and perking up parks. Has it been so long since that summer we shared?
#68: From a log in a quiet noisy place with mud underfoot
#68: From a log in a quiet noisy place with…
#68: From a log in a quiet noisy place with mud underfoot
Happy Friday! And a warm welcome if you're new here. Thanks for opening me... After a week of fluctuating symptoms of flu, yesterday I was reminded of the healing power of a bike ride. The weight came off my shoulders as I cycled through the southerly reaches of Greater London, through back streets of spring sunshine, between grid-lines of daffodils, dodging traffic on green lanes and perking up parks. Has it been so long since that summer we shared?