Dry Paths

My body still felt wrecked today and I had to drag myself on to the moor. It was kind of surreal. I left for Madeira in winter and seemed to have arrived back, two weeks later, in spring. The paths are so dry that there could barely have been a drop of rain here while I've been away. It's hard to not find that rather annoying after weeks and weeks of rain beforehand. At least the weather is set fair for a few more days.