The great outdoors
I felt the need for a long bike ride. I had a vague thought that I might be able to find the place I always see out of the window of the train on my way to Suffolk, which is a pub on the edge of Hackney Marshes or Walthamstow Marshes or wherever it is. And after a couple of hours of pleasing exploration, I actually found it, which was a bit unexpected.
On my way back home, I took a picture under a bridge on the canal.
Then it got pitch black dark and cold, cos it’s winter.
