A morning with choice

This week's Gallery is 'morning'.

I could tell you about the weekday morning when I have to get up at 6:15 in order to be through the bathroom before I wake Cog, I dress, put Cog's hair up, downstairs to cook breakfast, feed cats and fish, go back upstairs to do hair and makeup, back down stairs to empty and restack the dishwasher, put a load of washing in, run through the day with Cog to make sure we both have what we need, see her out the door and off to the bus stop, I jump into the car and head off to work.

What amazes me is that HWMBO in the same amount of time, gets himself up and out.  Ahh bless.

But it's just a bore to show you a photo of a blur of a me whizzing from room to room, a tired grump of a Cog and a static HWMBO.

So have a weekend morning instead.  The one where I get a choice.  A choice about whether to lay in bed and veg or whether to get out and about.  In fairness I rarely get 'out' before 10am.  But hey, it's better than not going at all.

I got this far on Saturday morning, just one field from home and realised I could choose:

Whether to go straight ahead and up the hill.

















Or left, into the wood.

Or right, into the sun. 

 

It was such a lovely morning, I decided to take the longest route round and headed into the wood. 6k at a steady pace, not very fast but enough to make me feel like I am trying.  I never seem to get any fitter or any faster but whenever I'm out over the fields I know I feel a lot happier and better about myself for having made the effort.