First a word of explanation.
It's hot here.
The kind of hot where you just cat-nap all night, skimming over the surface of sleep like a stone on a lake.
But I thought, if not now, then when.
So I donned my special running socks, my special running trews and my special running shoes, plus yesterday's tee-shirt, and ventured out.
Boy was it hot. Not only that but the first drops of the approaching storm were falling.
But I made it to the château and back, and next time it will be easier.