South Coast to East Coast
Over Downs, through Chilterns, Fens
Sky grey, grey, greyer
n.b. One of those days when dawn hardly happens and dusk is always present. A day when you want to switch the lights on, but realise you’re outside. A day when you come to understand that there are probably more than fifty shades of the colour that sits between black and white; none of them particularly inspiring. A day when the sound of geese rising off the salt marshes is more colourful to the ear than anything your eyes have seen since you woke up.
Nevertheless a pleasant journey in excellent company and a decent lunch stop in Rickmansworth, Café Deli 122.