This is going to have to be a very quick blog post. Having arrived home last night, I’m planning on setting out tomorrow morning to collect some more hills and, at 8.30pm, I haven’t even started looking at which hills and in what order.
5.8 miles, 950’
I’d noted duff information about this one, but in my favour, as I found that the break I needed to take through the forest was much nearer to my starting point than expected.
And once again my hat hid the hair situation nicely:
I couldn’t decide in which direction to take the selfie, so took two:
Then I ran back down, except for the steep bit through the forest break, which I took rather more cautiously. I hate to think what was going through the mind of the chap I passed on the forest track when he saw some mad woman running towards him in a Tilley Hat, with thick trousers rolled (at unequal lengths) up above her knees, and poles in her hands. The look on his face and his failure to return my greeting suggested that he was a bit taken aback either by me or my appearance.
Back down at Colin, coffee and an early lunch was accompanied by the entertainment of a Mini rally passing by. The oldest dated back to the early sixties; the newest just a few years old. Some sounded healthier than others. Some tooted and waved, perhaps thinking we were sitting there because of the Minis passing, rather than it being incidental to our day. Even though it was incidental, it was quite good fun to watch them passing:
2.3 miles; 700'.