Norwich was dry, but 10 miles out the greasy cycle route became bogged down between the silent hedgerows, and dark intense woods. The sound of silence homeing-in on my newly laid tyre imprints, a top layer of soft, wet mud, underpinned by hardened sand and stone...the sound of which brought strong visions of unwrapping the silver foil of a kit-kat such was the similarity in sound! Quite bizarre, but my stomach responded immediately with rumbles that pushed aside the music in my head. And I was heading 'out' and not homewards...ohh. It often amazes me what music can enter the mind during our everyday activities. Today, for no apparent reason or desire, I must credit Siouxsie & the Banshees for accompanying me, in mind...now why was that?

Returning, my thoughts drifted, thinking of people, holidays, friends, a hideous smell of stagnant water under a hot sun, and how so many things change, imperceptibly.

Tomorrow I'll watch my family horse-riding, and maybe try some ten pin bowling, with friends, drinks and whatever may follow.

Had the deepest dream last night, one that lingers throughout the day. Our Prime Minister was in a busy but poorly-lit official looking room, announcing, reluctantly, his standing-down. A solemn atmosphere prevailed. It was not comfortable at all, and I wish to forget it.

When my spine is sorted out, I plan to do a bungee jump, which was my original intention as far back as 2001. My friend did it twice, and I booked up with him, but events stalled this dream. I know I should try this at least once in my life, and if I don't, it'll bug me forev'ermore.
Some follow the sun, some follow their heart, others follow their dream(s), but one thing's for sure...
something's we just have to try!