Daily Ritual

I'd like to post a photo of the heaps of fresh snow that has fallen, but you'll have to do with socks and gloves instead. The waiting continues.

This evening I jogged up to the Fornet and back, it's a gentle incline of about a mile. The nocturnal mountain ambience is very energizing, so much more pleasant than running London roads (note sot self: duh, course it is), but it was noticeably harder running at altitude. Makes one appreciate those Tour de France boys who cane it for hours on end up precipitous roads. How do they do it? Drugs? Surely not!