A restless soul

Cycle Odyssey

A few days after returning to England, I was asked if I was a restless soul. I am still trying to work this one out. Of course, in many ways the return to family and familiarity is welcome. A bed that I can starfish in, belongings beyond the cycle bags, knowing what is round the next corner and the low beamed warmth of the local pub are all small pleasures that I am really enjoying. Conversations don’t need to start with where I’m from, what I’m doing and where I’m going.

With it’s splash of russet colours,this time of yearhas been kind to me and whilst I am hibernating in rural rolling Sussex, I have the joy of waking to misty mornings and the subtle kaleidoscopic graffiti over the landscape as if spray painted by Autumn. To get my fix of the unknown there are doorstep discoveries of paths never…

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