Blow out

Good weather makes me feel guilty that I'm wasting it. There's this sense of expectation that you have to go out in it, revel in it, get burned by it and so on. So, in that frame of mind, I walked home down the river rather than hopping on a bus. The guilt didn't really last too long. You can't feel guilty when the hour long walk in the baking sun makes you sweat like a mad, sweating thing. Nice image. Look! More bikes.

So, could have taken a bit more care and attention with this one, all flarey and overexposed, but sod it. They were comin' right at me, guv'nor. And so on.