Short but sweet

The best days I have had on the bike, in the boat too, have often been the hardest - long carries, longer crossings, wild rides through rock strewn corries and atop foaming waves. Such things are the key that unlocks the magic of days that live long in the mind's eye. But short is also good. Local, familiar, sometimes friendly sometimes not, short rides offer something different. And every so often, a new variation is found. So it was this evening, beneath clear skies, the air still and cool.
From the moorland edge I watched the sun set before making my run down towards the river, tight singletrack leading from open, heather clad slopes, to twisting turns amongst the birch and old, dead bracken. Short but sweet after long hours indoors.
Tomorrow the rain and storms return.