It’s a misty day and I’ve climbed to the top of a giant white horse.
I can just about make out the sea through the mist.
I ran 11Km into Weymouth earlier along the road and then made my way back along the headland.
I am smug in my sobriety this morning.
The others are hungover, however I was up early and straight out to exercise.
It’s a difficult one to balance; the trade off of going to bed while everyone is still hanging out so I can get up early feeling well rested.
Ultimately, however it is worth it.
I could sit up here all day.
Just me, the occasional passerby and an orchestra of grass hoppers.
Right, better head back down to the others.
