Well then, another kinda abstract post based around some real events ...the majority of the text below was written shortly after the run but I decided against posting it. Sometimes it is good to write and then reflect. The stuff below hasn't been edited since writing it and on reflection, the healing which commenced that night has continued ever since and reckon it will continue for a very long time ...anyway ...
The current run of great summer weather in Scotland came to an abrupt halt on Thursday with a fairly spectacular storm. The main road up to East Kilbride and down to Clarkston was all but blocked with flood water. The drains simply couldn't cope and a fair amount of debris was being swept down the hill. The guttering on my flat couldn't cope either and I went through a number of towels trying to soak up the rain water coming in the top of the window frame. Would not normally have minded but had arranged a run followed by a curry with a someone who had been on the fringe of life but who had become increasingly important - very important in fact . Again if everything had been normal, reckon we would have simply cancelled and rearranged for another time but ...it felt overdue and she was heading away for a bit (suspect she felt might have similar about it ?) and so I jumped into the van and headed north before the road could close entirely.
We met, chatted and taking advantage of a weather window headed out to run together.. Pace was as it should be social and it was lovely just being as we climbed up into the forest. Somewhere close to the highest point on the run we stopped - if you looked west, the sun was beaming and casting a gorgeous light over the Campsie Hills ...to the east, the storm was still there but it appeared distant. Wearing smiles (and with hunger kicking in) we ran, slipped and slid down through the forest before returning along the old railway track which now forms a cycle path.
The rest of the evening flew in too quickly. Cleaned up and off out in search of spicy food followed by chat later than was sensible on a school night ...but hell, sleep can always be caught up on.
Why post about this...well, it was really fucking good and I wanted to record it. This is where I belong and whilst it was good to take that London risk ...it's good to be home. Cannae wait till the next one ....early days but feels like there could be braw times ahead.
Unrelated, but one of the many things which defines what home is to me is music. The whole London thing gave me an opportunity to see some extra gigs which was great (Elvis Costello, Lucinda Williams, Sam Russo & Tim Barry being the best ones) but missed sitting playing my guitar. Finally sat down late last night and learned this from Chuck Ragan ...
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