F-ride-ay

All day coffee and Haribos left me on a lethargic downer when I got home tonight.

Dragged my self together for a ride and hit a happy high 30 minutes in.

Peaked on Yer Tiz (look that up in a Bristolian dictionary) with an acoustic, stripped back version of Sex on Fire by The DᎾ.

In the lush green dusky light of the deserted forest, I found a bit of a flowing groove sweeping through the trees.

And so all was good in the world (where all was pretty good already).