Runner

Opened the door about 30 minutes ago to glance at the last light and was struck by all the lush, dripping greeness. It's been raining all day, the country taking a good deep "draught of vintage". I wasn't expecting the jogger, but pressed the shutter anyway when she passed the gate (that wee gap in our hugely unruly hedge). I like the blur and the frozen white runner, the sense of passing.