Solstice

I went out on the bike this evening to try and make the most of these long summer evenings before the nights start drawing in. Which, according to my calculations, is tomorrow. The slow inevitable descent towards winter is already upon us. Might as well put the central heating back on and order the turkey.

I cycled along the river (actually, along the river bank), which was gravelly in places, and grassy in other places, and littered with large cow-shaped things. With horns. The river is not all that impressive at this point, and could be easily mistaken for a moderate to large stream. They should make more of it, the river. 

One of the risks of cycling is attracting the attention of passing dogs. I don't mind dogs generally, provided they keep to themselves. But they do seem unduly interested in bicycles. You notice how their owners engage them in conversation when they see a cyclist approaching, as if to provide a subtle distraction; knowing that otherwise the brute would simply hurl itself at its prey and tear it spoke from spoke. Worrying.