Cycled back, most unwillingly in the grey chill, with (I discovered no working batteries in my front light) less commitment to the general ethos of fitness and solvency. However the gods of righteousness were there, waiting for me on Run Common and I was rewarded with a buzzard, sitting on a fence post, so close I almost fell off my bike. Now obviously, interventions of a divine nature are private and designed to occur only when the visitee (?) has no battery in her phone to take photo of said buzzard. But it was there once, it might be there again. Cross those talons.