The clocks went forward this morning so it's officially Spring. I wasn't sure whether my Blackberry would compensate or not, so when I was woken by the alarm at the newly reconfigured 7 am I made a mug of nescafe and went out for a run in Stirling - my last chance before the return to London. I really enjoyed it. Thankfully I seem to be at a level of fitness good enough not to struggle for quite a long time when out running so had a glorious forty five minutes, mostly following the road up from the Royal to the university and beyond. The mist was quite thick but I felt safe enough as there was some reasonably regular traffic and also other runners. I reluctantly turned around after twenty minutes but then couldn't help being diverted onto Stirling campus and ran alongside the loch for a few minutes. I stopped for just a couple of seconds (only!) and took these photos - they show the mysterious beauty of early morning nature well. I'm so pleased to be fit and well enough still to experience things like this. I'm lecturing on the pastoral in Poetic Forms and Genres tomorrow, which celebrates the idyllic romance of nature - but in a pretty artifical or nostalgic way. Running in conditions such as this morning give a much more raw and exhilarating edge to the connection.
The run, and the sense of completion and achievement from the conference, make for a nice morning, though I was sorry to miss Mass, especially as we're so close to Holy Week now. Never mind. To Edinburgh in the jovial company of a couple of other delegates and then the long train journey back to King's Cross which I mostly spent reading the Independent in its print format and drinking complimentary tea. How retro. More reviews of The Hunger Games which as a film is sounding less appealing by the paragraph. I'm making more of an effort to note down films we can catch up on via filmflex at home but didn't make much progress today. K sends me a photo of Donner and Blitzen curled up together on the bed and I look forward to getting home after a long enough run of days.