5w, 8r, 5w, 8r, 5w

I was able to calculate my speed this morning. I'll keep the figure to myself, but suffice it to say that it is roughly the pace of a marching brass band in a Remembrance Day parade playing Colonel Bogey.

In mitigation all I can plead is that Mrs Davey went running shortly after me and gave up because of the blustery headwind.

Rough, rude, hurricane
throwing water in my face,
resisting me while I
must summon all my will
to mount the vineyard path.

Sweet and gentle breeze
that kindly coaxes me
the downward, homeward way
to dawn, to warmth, to rest.


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