Every time I'm down here in Albany I go for a little run around the local lake. It's really nice getting out, it's a beautiful nature track, much better than running on the treadmill at the gym. It's short enough for me to make it through without suffocating when I haven't ran properly in months. Like today. And long enough to call it a proper run. Maybe around 5km.

Today I saw an eagle circling over me, a couple of lizards jumping off the track, numerous more lizards shuffling out of sight in the bushes as I trampled past, and a whole lot of colourful swamp and wild flowers thinking it's still spring. The track itself winds around the lake, dodging trees and bushes, parts of it on a wooden footbridge. I always enjoy going around that lake, even when I'm completely huffed. I think I need to move into a house near a forest, next to a lake…