The M25 has moved to my forest
Yesterday, nobody but little me was out there on the forest tracks. Today the sun shines et voilĂ ... there is more traffic than on the M25 on a working day morning.
Contrary to what Robert Smith says, not all cats are grey. Mine definitely wasn't! He looked like a killer whale and had the size of one. He will never be forgotten. The new kids on the block are black as the night and tabby respectively. This blog contains my ramblings about them, running and life in general. I can't promise that any of it makes sense.
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