Running in the dark
Without head torch, reflectors,
Nor nowt common sense.
Review/notes: Cold night with light mist and I forgot to bring a torch so some of the run away from the lab was by feel, by zen. Great little trot, though, and the hill was pleasant enough even with the unsure footing.
Nothing appealed for lunch so I had a small bowl of carrot and coriander soup around 2pm so that I was ravenous by the time I reached the Greyhound. I asked if they had anything dark like a mild, porter or stout and the Eastern Bloc bartender suggested that the Abingdon Bridge was as dark as they had. It was actually surprisingly satisfying although as I was paying I noticed (of course!) that there was Guinness (there is always Guinness).
Middle of Day 11 and Lukas stepped up the pace (oh, yeah, he’s ‘taking the pace’) by doing 390 miles in about 16 hours (although it is logged as 33 more hours)…what a winner! :
[DT =Daily Tipple, explained in DT #000 here]