Camping and thinking

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.