After a couple of weeks of sweet sunshine, I heard that the weather is about to break, so I capitalised on a quiet morning by getting out for a run. I left the house about 6.45am, just after the sun came up and took the old default route out to the Royal Oak, Wivelsfield, through the woods to the industrial estate and back down the Magical Path and across the common.
It was warm enough to justify the shorts I was wearing, whilst the jacket I had worn for good measure was quickly taken off and tied around my waist. As we enter October and the weather starts to change, I will no doubt start to comment on the state of the mud under foot, so it’s fair to say that this morning there was none. Even in the places which are normally damp the ground was bone dry.
It occurs to me that there should be a way of categorising the mud, when it finally makes an appearance. It’s going to be comparative and anecdotal only, but I suspect some scales along the lines of depth, wetness and slipperyness might work… other suggestions are welcome though.
5.2 miles were dispatched in 45 minutes, which is just shy of 7mph… it would have easily been that if I’d not stopped to take a couple of photos!