Once or twice a year you get a perfect morning. Today was one such. The school run was taken by my better half. So I got to head for the surgery a half hour earlier than normal, and today that half hour was especially blessed.
The sun had climbed just high enough not to be dazzling as I headed east out of Borchester, bleaching a near cloudless sky to the faintest blue-white. This in turn was mirrored by the soft blanket of autumn mist that hugged the base of the Ambridge escarpment. Dew drops scattered the field like tiny diamonds, and climbing the escarpment the sunlight pierced the woods at just the right angle to halo the turning leaves in shimmering gold.
What made the ride in all the better was that, being that little bit earlier, I had the route pretty much all to myself right up to the outskirts of Ambridge itself, so that despite apparently dawdling along taking in the sights I was still in early enough to have had a hot steaming Java and a couple of Hob Nobs before returning to the fray.
May you all be so blessed this morning and every morning.
(Needless to say after such a promising start karma blessed me with a morning of Flu’ jabs and crusty toenails—but somehow the residual bonhomie refuses to quite go away).