Short sleeves. At last.

Yep, after being too tired last night to go for a jog, there was no way I was passing up the chance for a jog in the sun tonight.

So a short sleeved top was given an airing around the hills above Folkestone and just over 5 miles of down then along then up then down then up then a long way down then a long, steep way up with a fly in my eye for variety and another along and an up and a down later, I was warm and back at the car ready for a drive home.

Millions of cyclists (including Shaun, one of the boys I’m off to France with in July); too many cars (had to jump into the hedges three times); just the right amount of summer. Can we keep thi for a while, please? No? Ah, well, best enjoy it while it’s here, then.


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