Cycle training

After 3.5 months I finally ripped up my return train ticket and cycled all the way home. It was an assault on the sense of smell-
Hospital- fresh cigarette smoke at the door. Unpleasant.
First stretch of country road- wild flowers and cut grass and sunshine. Refreshing.
The crest of the hill- bonfire smoke, fresh sweat. Wonderful.
Passing through small town- road kill. Nauseating.
The bridge- thunder of lorries rattling the road surface, petrol. Cramping..
Entering the city- freshly cooked pasta from someone's window- appetising
Under a bypass- urine. Appetite gone.
The park by our home- barbecue- strength for the last 5 minutes.

Cycling again tomorrow...