Five minutes after I set out on the three-mile run to the running group it started to rain. For the next 90 minutes it did not stop, but did alter in its degree of pouringness from gentle to pouring!
I found a new route to town (or is it a big village, never sure, it has banks, shops and a sainsburys so maybe a town) all cross-country, some of it along the old route of the LSWR Branch rail line, a lot better route than along the road, but tricky in parts as narrow, slippy and with steps.
As we waited for others to arrive we caught up on the news about the girl who fell last week. She has a chipped ankle bone and is due to go to the fracture clinic tomorrow. her half term with the kids has not been great!
It was really a miserable night at one point in the woods it was so dark we almost needed torches. I left the group as they headed back to town as we were near my route home. I am so glad I did as the rain came down heavier, the bushes soaked me even more as i brushed against them, my feet were very soggy by the time I got home.
One hairy (or should this be wooly) moment occurred when I came upon these sheep sheltering under the bridge, oh ******, you see that stile in the far left corner I had to get over that. In true “I am going on a bear hunt style,”
I couldn’t go round it
I couldn’t go under it
I had to go through them
Cue a stampede of sheep which actually was quite scary!