Sense of foreboding

Amazingly, I managed a 14-mile cycle a little quicker.
Surprisingly, we missed the rain.
Luckily, the cows didn't spot us until we were nearly through the gate (but boy did they make a swift approach when they did!)

Thankfully, a sense of foreboding doesn't always materialise.

Rich took me on an MMT last night to the Ocean Film Festival in Leeds.  It was a great choice for two reasons.  Firstly, I'd never been in the town hall - what an amazing room - and secondly, of course, the films!  Seven very different and well made productions (although a couple went on a touch too long.) The film of Justine Curgenven and Sarah Outen kayaking the Aleutians was particularly inspiring.