Breath of summer, breath of gold

I've earned my way into The Garden today, I think. Three hours of sports in the sun in the morning, then home for a 10 km run. I must have been thinking of the children who received merits for their endeavour, not giving up when the chips were down. I was five minutes behind time at the three quarters mark on this evening's run, but I gave it all I had and ended up with my average time of one hour exactly.

This garden was next door to the park where we held our sports morning. Tranquility bordering frenzy.

The Garden - John Foxx