I have an hour. A whole hour.
An hour of reading? Perhaps. Broaden the mind. Grab a sandwich. A coffee.
An hour of nose to the grindstone. Another? A working lunch. Crumbs on the keyboard, food on the go. But the day is too nice for any of that. 1 in 1,000,0000. (Perhaps 1 in 2,000,000 given the topography around here).
An hour of riding?
A question resolved. The environment answered for me. It’s hard to believe that I ever debated alternatives.
The only meal we often neglect, is the one that feeds the mind, body and spirit. At least I know where to find it.
Top image: only 10 mins ride from the factory, this is the view from Sirhowy trail. 100 years ago, this area was scarred and blackened by the coal industry. Now, it’s a haven for wildlife, walkers, runners and cyclists.