You may have noticed that I really love Bumpkinsville. The space, the greeness, the quiet (when the neighbours aren’t making enough nose for an entire town). I love that I can appreciate it all when I run or cycle rather than being stuck in a stinky gym. And it’s views like this that got me out of bed and into my trainers this week when the temperature hadn’t got above freezing:
Isn’t it beautiful?
I felt a bit sad that most of the runs Himself does are in London, between the station and the office (via about a million different places by the sounds of things) – it couldn’t be as lovely, could it? Apparently it can, just in a different way. This is this photo He took on a run the other morning:
Also beautiful, I think. The same but different.
Sometimes things aren’t quite as we expect them to be, I guess. And sometimes that is a good thing. You still wont catch me running in the city when I have Bumpkinsville outside my front door though :o)