Bramble cuts on the shortest day
17 miles this morning, up the usual paths to Woodeaton, Noke and Beckley (grass shot left!), then a new shorter route to Stanton St John finding my way in the mist along public footpaths, including a bit of bramble - ouch - to Forest Hill and across the scary A40 to Shotover park and home. Kept it a bit shorter this week to save myself for the Carneddau mountains next weekend, but felt strong the whole run. Met almost nobody, but there were more birds about than I’ve seen recently, and I scared quite a few deer.