A poor weather forecast, a looming string of “away fixtures” and a desire for a long slow run combined to convince me to go no further than Winter Hill for a second week. Up and over to Belmont, along to Darwen Tower and back over Great Hill, where I met Pauline and her running partners. The forecast was something of a curate’s egg and the bad parts were very bad but for the first time since this year’s Wasdale race I enjoyed the miles. The last fortnight’s 100 or so miles have been a real struggle but I found my mojo again and I am looking forward to next week’s Ben Nevis race.
Darwen Tower still without its “hat”
After Darwen Tower the previously light and intermittent showers joined up and got quite intense and when I met Pauline on Great Hill my camera was securely stowed in its dry bag, safe from the rain. It eased eventually but rarely for long but the cloud cover remained complete.
The forecast for next Saturday in Fort William suggests this morning’s running in the rain might just be good practise.