Sort of … it was meant to be a recovery run after saturdays 14 miles but the legs felt really good and the tide was out and I felt like running quickly … so I did. Sod common sense I wanted to run for the joy of running and if that meant fast then fast it was!
Met some new friends
And went out of my way to warn these people that walking right under the cliffs at this time of year is suicide – You can hear the rockfalls all the time. I had to laugh as the older lady (who wasnt under the cliffs) replied with “well yes but he is a geologist” …. Like ok well at least he will know what kind of rock staved his head in then I guess. To be fair I was more worried about the dog with them, splattered people I could cope with but not a dog. With a cheery cry of “Natural selection will out!” I sped on my way
So up the cliffs I go – And its cold and windy and of course its great just to be out. Although I’m not covering half the milage at the moment I’m enjoying it even more when I’m out. This was seven miles to Witches and back (yet again) and I enjoyed every second of being cold and muddy. Not much else to report at the moment. Nights have drawn in and other stuff comes up so it’s kind of nice to let running take a back seat. It’s always noisy in the back seat mind you. Like a child asking Are we there yet? It’s instead saying Can we run now? Can we run now?
I managed to get out for a sunset run the other night. Seven miles to Witches and got there for some spectacular views. Of course it meant running back in the dark but that’s no worries really (I’m carrying spare batteries too now to prevent sudden death off cliff edges)
I’ll leave you with some photos – words can’t describe them
Now the nights are closing in I get to run at dusk which I do love (even if the haunted woods still give me the heebie jeebies in the dark) but with a headtorch (Remind me to get batteries) its a lot of fun and a nice change to see nature in different ways and states.
On my way to the beach though I noticed a bit of nature in trouble (do farm animals count as nature?) After a while you learn to tell when an animal isn’t just grazing and this one was definitely stuck in a fence – Like this one is obvious! Sheep are kinda stupid.
Well I could have left it for the farmer to sort as I know he does rounds on a quad checking the stock – But what if he missed this dude? To the rescue!
Pulling a sheep backwards out of a fence when it has its head rammed through a small square of wire is tougher than it sounds! Especially as the sheep is scared and pulling forward back into the fence. lets face it with me behind it pulling one way and it pulling the other from a distance I could have been arrested for indecency. Finally I got it free and off it ran as fast as it could without a word of thanks! It also managed to get stuck in the coldest, muddiest stream ever …
So off I continued to the beach and lo and behold what awaits me but more nature …
I had heard these were being washed up in West Wales and was hoping to find one – The little bugger was only around 8 inches long but a jellyfish is a jellyfish – size is immaterial!
This one I didn’t touch – I presume the small ones sting too
Oh yeah and I did some running – sometimes thats almost secondary!
No its ok im not injured – I survived half term but Im miles behind in my blogging and then google decides to kill my online photos for last friday – I know they are there because it taunted me with a single stylised image
So I ran thurs and fri but these are the photos I have left!
Friday was actually a slightly longer run at 10 miles. I feel things are coming back together nicely but I’m determined not to push too hard too fast again and end up injured
So nice try google but I will prevail!
And from friday – At least the one image google returned to me (I will find them I swear) was a good one – I met a new friend – the hermit crab
I kinda like my legs now. They take me where I want to go (I cant remember which book I robbed that from) and so due to overwhelming demand (from CJ) here they are in lycra
You may think wow look at those shoes! and you would be right to do so as they are my current favourite pair. They’re the La Sportiva Mutant and I’m currently in love with them as they give such a comfy ride plus fantastic grip and feel. They probably arent as cushioned as the Hokas but they (the Hokas) are currently relegated to being worn in work everyday (I also walk miles every day) as I just can’t feel I trust them on anything tricky. Its a shame as I love the cushion they bring when running but they just dont do it for me with either grip or feel for the terrain. I might check out the ATR3 or others to see if they are any better – woo time to start reading shoe reviews again.
So I just did home to the barrow mound at Wick ladders and back for a 4 mile or so run. I can feel the pace increasing each time without extra effort so I’m happy with the progress back. I just wish everything in life was as simple as running.
There were mushrooms on the barrow and of course always an (albeit misty) view
Please don’t read if you’re an animal lover. This one doesn’t have a happy ending.
I ran on saturday morning and planned at least a 10 miler so I set off eastwards along the cliffs to Nash Point, I dropped down onto the beach there and noticed a lot of blood on the rocks – Then I spotted a full grown stag among the rocks with a bleeding mouth. Ok not the usual sight on a beach. I called a friend to contact the RSPCA for me as I was in and out of phone service.
I figured if I could get it up off the rocks and onto the grass above it would at least be safe from the tide. Sadly as I approached it it leapt up and scrambled up the short edge of the cliff itself – but on two broken front legs. It had clearly fallen off the cliff during the night. It was so sad to see but it made it to the grassy bank above and lay down. At least it was off the rocks.
In a bit of a dilemma now I decided to wait for the RSPCA – who never came – apparently too busy. I waited there with it for an hour and a half until the police and fire service came (not sure who called them but i was grateful as I was getting hypothermic by then in shorts and tshirt). I spent the time keeping warm by keeping people away from it. Even after explaining it was badly injured and going close would force it to move on broken legs they still wanted to see. I virtually forced people to take the other path around it, in fact I would have quite happily chucked some of them off the cliff.
The police asked me what condition it was in and the only honest one I could give was “fucked” and it was, it would have to be shot but by now there were people around and a busload of kids probably doing the Duke of Edinburgh. Shooting deer in sight of them wasnt the greatest idea and so he called a vet to cover himself – probably the right thing to do.
In the end I left them there before I really did get hypothermia, I couldnt do anymore for the poor creature and so I said goodbye to Cedric (I dunno why I named it – I talked to it across the valley for a while) and ran off home. I’m sure Cedric wouldnt have survived much longer and I hope his suffering ended soon after.
This is a long range shot of him. You dont want to see a closeup