And I will see my dream come alive at last

My mind is currently giving in on me. I have to sleep great amounts of time, and the times I am awake, although very "in the moment", I have little recollection after the event.

Take this morning.

I woke suddenly at 7am just before the alarm. I know this, because I then lay and listened to it ring a further 5 times before Si moved. I got out of bed, gave in and took the pills again (I decided a couple of week ago to stop taking pills - and I wonder what's wrong with me)... and said "i'm away on the bike".

Si said "are you sure, you seem really tired". "yes, I know, but I need to".

I didn't really "need" too, but when I've driven in, I always feel a sadness that I didn't enjoy the ride.

To add to my enjoyment of the ride, I decided to go the scenic route. This route takes me to my beach, along it's mile and a half to the town, up and round the P&O terminal and then down to the rocks beside the banking. The mile and a half along the prom was lush. One person standing on the beach, four walking dogs, on the prom. Workers repairing the dune fences.

The up the hill, slowly and steady under the gaze of 12 golfers all teeing off at the same time, (what kind of game is that)... then back onto my path. Up the other hill, down the hill, past the Giraffes and the Horses, and the bunnies, and then past the Airport.

I also passed Phil, who was walking.

Now I'm sat at my desk, and although I know I took this photo less than an hour ago, it feels like a lifetime. Like it wasn't me. Like it was a film I watched on the telly.