Survivor

Riddled with self-doubt and insecurity but somehow still standing.

Forrest left this afternoon to spend Easter in Malta with his brother and mother. I went off for a bike ride, about a 60 mile round trip to Malham. There was some wonderful light for photography. I was out longer than expected down to running out of fuel towards the end, and then picking up a puncture. I do look forward to the cycling flowing again.

The Dales are just about to burst into abundant Spring life. It felt strange not being able to share all the beauty in person today. I guess that's why I take so many photographs. Lots of pictures of gambolling baby lambs but this fits my mood better.