sent from: London, UK. destination: Montreal, Quebec, Canada |
Cycling on roads for any distance you become aware of the death all around – squirrels, birds, frogs, the occasional fox; nothing left but a pelt and a smudge. Occasionally as you ride there will be a rustle of an invisible hand in the hedgerow as whatever animal that might have been thinking of taking its chances in the roadside scurries back into darkness.