Scratching

2007-10-24

Woke up this morning (duh, duh, duh, de) to the sound of scratching from outside my window. The first frost of winter was spreading it’s chill fingers over Newcastle. And some sod was trying to clear their windscreen at 7 in the morning.

A short while later, I walked out of my house, got onto my bike and rode off. Didn’t even have to clean my glasses.

Originally published on my old blog site.