What a difference a day makes

From subzero snowdrift mayhem for the previous 3 days the weather switched to a beautiful sunny day.  It was so warm I ran in a tshirt!

Tide was out so down checking out the “reef”
Google photos didn’t do a bad job of a panorama for once!
After snowmageddon the sheep look a little … worn


Wild and not so wild life

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.

Tell you what I’ll help out

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 …

These were once La Sportiva Mutants ….

So off I continued to the beach and lo and behold what awaits me but more nature …

Portuguese Man O War
Photogenic Portuguese Man O War

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!

Chill out

I was reminded of the great Chill Out album cover by the KLF while running the other day

which one is mine and which one the klf? Well I guess its kinda obvious. I have a new game for myself – to take album artwork photos for imaginary bands ….

Oh yeah another 6 or 7 miles around and about. Foot feels good, everything working …lets keep it that way eh body?



Bit windy out

Last weekend (I know I know) I went for a run during storm Brian – You cant not run in a storm! Especially not at the beach. It was hell windy and the tide was in so I got to to the clifftops in a gale … no dont worry I satyed way away from the edge


The wind and high tides made the sea pretty cool – Everything was so wild and blown out if it wasnt so cold and windy I could have watched it for ages.

I did come across some rather photogenic sheep apparently completely oblivious to the conditions ….

Look at me! Look at me!

Then when I got home I had to move a load of stuff from the landing pre decorating which meant moving all my running shoes … not sure I have enough …



Barrow run number 2

You ever have one of those runs where everything feels like its clicking?  It was hot yesterday so I doubted I would really enjoy the run but a cooling breeze on the clifftops plus a pair of legs that were really up for it led to a tempo run for much of it. I’m still being careful not to push too hard but when it feels right then go for it!

First I had to get past the terrifying guardians of the bridge!
Then onwards along the cliffs to Nash Point and the second set of barrows or Iron Age hillfort or whatever it is.  Maybe both

Thicker than a sheep – yep thats me

We are definitely in bank holiday season and yesterdays run was likely the last before Preseli while I do this taper thing and eat stuff (you know for the race etc and not just because I wanna eat stuff)

So a quick 5 miles which meant I met this very very very newborn dude

Welcome to the world!

And while I do sometimes mention that sheep are a bit thick they had nothing on me today.  I reached the headhigh rape seed oil field and it had poured down during the night. One step into the jungle and I could tell it was pretty wet.

The options were plough onwards or go back. Or I could have opened my pack ( I was practicing with the kit I am running in on saturday) and put on waterproofs. As the race is part of the Welsh Fell Running Championships it means we have to carry full wind and waterproof kit plus compass, whistle etc.

Guess what – I forgot I had waterproof gear in my pack so I just ploughed on through. It was like similtaneously having freezing cold water poured down my front and into my bottoms while being whipped with heavy wet laces. Thank god I wasnt in shorts

Drencherated and covered in sodding petals

Couple weeks of limbo with no poles

Five miles at the beach yesterday just to keep the legs ticking over. I’m taking it easy this week and the same next week just to give the body time to rest before Preseli. Seems like the sensible thing to do. After so many months of training there’s little to be gained and much to be lost by pushing until something snaps now.

I must admit its the frustrating past of taking part in races, as you know I prefer to just run to feel and mood but a race means having to do things differently. It would be easy to say “well don’t race” but having a date and a distance does at least provide some sort of structure to what i’m doing even if it’s only loose. Plus of course I want to see where I’m at mentally and physically as things toughen up.

Sky is blue wherever you are or whatever you do
Grass is always green