short entries from short walks
The light flattened out around four. I sat on the bench at the top and watched a cloud do nothing in particular for ten minutes. That was the whole walk.
Broke them in the wrong way — wore them on a six kilometre loop instead of around the house. The blisters are a kind of memo to self.
The wooden footbridge near the stream has finally been replaced. The new one is fine but I miss the way the old planks rattled when you stepped on them.