Low winter sun, eating scones, drinking coffee and biting wind.

It was all about the low winter light today - well that and the new shoes - and trying not to overdo it before Peter's ultra tomorrow - it was about that too. I guess it was about a few things.

First off it was about getting out the house. Not an easy thing. It looked bright out there, but it was cold. I work a long, long day on a Friday and I'm fuzzy on a Saturday morning. It doesn't help that we've been binge watching Hannibal on Netflix. It has descended from being kind of interesting to utter horse-shit. But we've invested so much time. I heard a good phrase yesterday, it's the sunk-cost trap. We can never get the time back we've spent watching that series so we soldier on...

There's only one to go. Hannibal Lecter the psychopath and his counter-part Will Graham with his 'empathy disorder' are spending a lot of time in darkened rooms staring into each other's eyes. It's got a kind of homoerotic vibe. All the women in it are idiots. Sadly that seems to be a bit of a theme on the telly. But there's just one to go and once it's over we'll have to figure out what to watch next. Mindhunter was great. Then we watched 'Travelers' which became unwatchable. We watched one episode of 'My Crazy Ex-Girlfriend' out of desperation, and to be fair it had some admirable quirks. But neither of us can do musicals. Just too clunky. Anyway, I digress.

We dillied and dallied this morning and then when we finally got down to the car, Peter realised he'd forgotten his Suunto and had to run back to get it - which actually worked out just great as I had a new pair of Hokas on order and they arrived. He slung them in the back of the car so I could try them out today. Sadly I'd already picked out my outfit, so I may have clashed a bit. The colour of my shoes is not-so-subtle, but what they have going for them is they are Clifton 3s which are the best shoes I've had in ages, and perhaps because of their full-on colouring, I managed to get them off t'internet for £70. Bargain.

We're adjusting slowly to the loss of Falkos. What we have found out is this;

1. The Village Coffee house coffee is really good but their scones are expensive. 

2. The Gannet's Deli does better scones and they're less expensive but their coffee isn't as good and they aren't open on a Sunday. 

It being Saturday we sent Peter to the Gannet's Deli for coffee and scones. Odd use of the word 'we'. Do you think I could get him to go to both the Gannet's Deli and the Village Coffee House?

"What's wrong with your legs?" I hear you ask. The thing is, I have to sit in the driver's seat and look out the window.

This is what I saw......amazing cloud formations. And the crows were playing about. It was peaceful. And I had to put on my new lemon shoes.

  And then we were off. The light was amazing but the wind was cutting and I could hardly bear to stop. When we got down to the beach, a glance in the wrong direction meant an eye full of sand. It just wasn't lingering weather.

Alien messages.

The cold wind and the bright sun were very uplifting though and we had to rein it in. Makes no sense for Peter to do a big run before running 40 in the Tweed whatever Ultra tomorrow, but being kind of excited about it he was tempted. Classic schoolboy error. I could have done more too but called it. I can do more tomorrow. But it probably won't be so nice.