Path

On the last couple of minutes of my run I realised I was descending into blip desperation....so collected some wild flowers from the edge of the path. It is one of my favourite paths ever...a steep, uneven, increasingly overgrown one that leads from the top of The Row, where I grew up, right down to the pub, where I also grew up...over the course of a few years and a few too many white-wine-and-sodas. It always conjures up memories of long summer evenings, fading light, tipsy giggles and the smell of wild garlic and fresh grass. It's good to be back.