The hare and the tortoise

My attempt at memory recall after this entry went walkabouts:

No epics today and the early light was stunning.

In the hills, the philosophy of the hare and tortoise generally seems to follow; those walkers that dash off generally get overtaken.

On my bike, I have realised that there are hares and faster hares.  None of which get overtaken.

I am still a happy tortoise.