and this morning: foggy, about to rain, a sunless dawn; appropriately, rode up the hill to Reservoir, which I can't believe is only half an hour's ride from my home. another world of long grass growing through car chassis in front yards, burned-out squats. admittedly that is the main road, which is probably worse than the side roads. I didn't go down them to look. the notion of pit bulls occurred to me and I turned back down the St Georges Road hill to home. yappy hew near.