For some years now I’ve had a favourite trail, which was mine. Never rode it with anyone else. Often meant to but never got round to it.
😥 And now it’s gone. Gone forever. Every last yard. Gone. 😥
I always got a tingle in my spine as I set out and a beaming smile lit up my (rather handsome) face. But now it’s just a fond memory.
You see I’ve just realised in the last day or so that the trail in question only ever really existed in my sleep. I dreamed it.
The disappointment I felt when this finally dawned on me was just as real as if it really had been taken away. Silly really because there are no really beig hills in Burscough.
Yes, I know that’s both sad and weird.