Where head and horizon meet...
Up in the Kilpatrick Braes this morning for a walk through the sky and the woods. No gym can touch this sort of cardio, this sort of supreme breathing process, this sort of natural union with all things (and not just your own musclebound mirror-staring kind). Moreover, no-one comes up this bit of the braes, they all head up the paved Loch Humphrey path following each other like a herd of demented sheep, so it's bliss. You can really lose yourself when there's no-one about, and you know that there is no-one about. Spaces like this are heavenly. And you come down from them feeling like a saint...
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