Cycled into work along the old railway line this morning. Always feels like a lovely, leafy wormhole to Harborne.
This morning I got a rosy ‘hello’ from a gent sipping an early export on joining the trail at Hagley road and a smallish dog made an embarrassing but enthusiastic attempt at killing my shoe.
It would have been better this evening when I was wired up with GPS, heart-monitor and mic to record my commute. All part of a crazy research project.
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