Lupton Reservoir

I went out for a long run, this morning. In just over two hours I encountered two dog walkers, a walker without a dog - or sans chien as they are known in France - and three cyclists. To be honest, that would have been about the same pre lockdown.

I was taking a familiar route but then decided that rather than running past Kitridding as I usually do, I'd keep on going a bit longer on the Oxenholme Road and then take the next left, along Green Lane. It's a long time since I've run along here and that was from the other direction, so I'd missed this magical approach to Lupton Reservoir. I had a sudden urge to have a picnic! (But I had no food, wine or book to read).

Later, in the afternoon, having recorded the radio show, I went for a walk with Dan, which, now I think about it, was an unwitting breach of the current 'one form of exercise a day' rule. I will have to have a housebound day to compensate at some point.

We walked down to Devil's Bridge and then along the river to Underley, where we walked through the field containing the stream and the sheep we've been observing. One of the sheep was down by the stream - the fellow we've noticed who kneels to eat, in fact - and for a moment it looked as though he might be about to walk across. 

It's no exaggeration to say that Dan and I were both agog and stopped in our tracks, Spoiler: the sheep did not cross the stream. However, there was something very... gratifying about this entertainment. There was no CGI, no special effects, just a little twist in the narrative we've built up on our daily walks. There was something very natural about it. I was going to say very human: we are natural storytellers and it was honestly exciting to have this little event in the story that we've been telling ourselves. 

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Reading: 'Kraftwerk: Future Music From Germany' by Uwe Schütte