It is a crisp and clear Saturday morning with the smell of burning leaves and the sound of distant chainsaws bringing back memories from my youth. All that's missing is a distant train tooting a half-diminished seventh chord in first inversion, and a sandbox.
Today's walk is another frequent weekend walk for Beff 'n' me in the winter — going around the senior housing off off Summerhill Road (on a glorified driveway they call Summer Hill Glen), passing the Quarterdeck, and skirting behind the gas station to walk on old train tracks, then back via Great Road. It turns out this walk is 1.9 miles, and it expended 233 calories. As they map,
The all-important flyover looks thus, and you might get seasick over Summer Hill Glen.