Waking up with him. What a lovely way to start a day. :) we had a great two days together, cycling out into the countryside and slowly meandering around the Tyntesfield house, before heading back in the dusk light through a quiet and unknown hill into Clifton. As always we talked all the way, about nothing in particular. But it's not small talk, and unlike many other nothing conversations with different people, they never bore me. Rather the time flies and memories of the gravel path or the barren trees that I was looking at is ingrained with a voice memo... What were we talking about at that time by the ridge of Ashton court? Cars or bikes or travel or trails or taking the leap...