At the other end

That sneaky Reggie Perrin voice in your head was saying this is nuts, got to get out of here. Meanwhile the nice lady across the table was describing yet another in the so far endless stream of projects being humped over to your team’s territory.

Mild attack of in-the-wrong-job despair as you got on the bike and readied to ride. Dissipated within minutes of fresh air river views and peaty trailside smells. And knowing there was home at the other end of the journey.

 

Upright on a

stony river shore, the skeleton

of a rusty bike

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