Lager, lager,lager,lager, shoutingchwr... My Nike MP3 player feeds my imagination as the cold rain and wind makes my face feel deeply clean. The Underworld track reaches a crescendo as, about a mile out to sea, the sun breaks through the clouds, throwing out huge rays like some Japanese sunset image. Cheesy? Sure. But when things ally happen like this, you can’t fait to be in awe. Living;here I do, on an English coastline, is ideal for this kind of cursion. We don’t have big hills, but we do have a lot of en countryside to walk around, and very changeable weather, and that in a good thing! Makes for a lot of aweinspiring moments this.