nunoncastors

Here it is then, the beginning of sunshine and happiness, Spring runs into Summer and we begin to bask like salamanders in the heat and collective glory of clear blue skies and zephyrs.

This is fine if you’re lissom and svelte, you can shed your clothes to the barest minimum and strut your stuff safe in the knowledge that you’re not making people queasy or upsetting the animals. Me, I just get hot and irritable because there’s a moral consensus against my being outside unless thoroughly shrouded. It’s fair enough I suppose; Yeti sightings do generate quite the scene.

Still, now that the allure of alcohol and bars seems to have receded after a decade of ascendancy, I find myself ruing ten years of neglecting those activities previously enjoyed and, more to the point, the somewhat lighter physique that comes with them. It’s sunny, it’s warm and, after ten years of doing nothing much, I find myself playing football twice a week and jogging. I’ve never actually liked jogging, granted, but here I am, making an effort. Time really is cyclical.

Kayaking next.