The Lost Spring

There was actually some sunshine when I started my run this morning. It brought out the heady scent of the hawthorn blossoms. But the clouds were looming large across London by the time I got to ‘that view’ of the capital from Kite Hill.

The pond temperature had sunk back to an unseasonal 13 degrees. It’s as if the weather is going backwards.

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