star turn

Rolling hills and autumnal fruit, an early start, the morning flowed calm and grey. One last ride on a borrowed bike, meandering berry picking through Fife. Time to salvage my saddle and put it on my fast new bike, and this one can return to its long legged owner.
Coming home reminds me of all that I still have to do, and work tomorrow. But the jam is tasty and there are plans and people and it's time for bed now.