Yesterday I accidentally cycled to Fulbourne. Whoops. This is only eleven miles return* but it was still a bit of an error because the Gog and Magog hills where I was trying to get to are only 3 miles away. But I found lots of interesting places, open space, a windmill and a nice hill covered in stubble which I went to sit on.
I sang while I cycled, whirled about a lot listening to music and lay watching the sky for a long time; it made me feel little again. I think this is what joy feels like, I haven't felt that inside breathing feeling so deeply before. Or not for a long time, anyway.
* (I know this because I worked it out on this very useful website
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/ which is brilliant if you like running a lot which I do)
