The Old Road

On a beautiful day from nowhere when it seemed like a good idea to escape the cricket and hit the moor. My body seems to respond well to gentle movement. 

And, of course, we lost the test match, and the Ashes, although not after some hope was left dangling. Hope sucks you in and spits you out again. Defeat aside, it was an immense privilege to watch Smith, Cummins and Hazlewood. I've warmed to this Australian team.