Pitch dark.

This morning was the first time that I thought it might be a daft idea to go out walking in the pitch dark, especially considering my age. Dangerous people probably don't  lurk outside at that hour. Anyway I ignored my thoughts and left home at 06.00 am, reached the railway station thirty minutes later and waited for L to turn up. He didn't, the train arrived and diparted, so I turned around, walked home, lit the wood fire and kept the non-event to myself. Didn't even tell the dogs.
I'll try again another day. The distance is perfect for a morning walk and sooner or later he will appear. I'm beginning to feel a bit wierd though, as though I'm a stalker.
The picture is from the way home.