Nothing falls like London Rain… (written Thursday 16 June, 2011)

This morning, I ran to work; my first run since one with Anna in Nethy Bridge, Scotland, last week. It poured with a solid, soaking (but not cold) London rain; relentless. I wore my mother’s grey ‘Cape Storm’ climbing top, and laughed often, holding out my arms and looking up at the sky. I feel … More Nothing falls like London Rain… (written Thursday 16 June, 2011)