The 7 in 7 Challenge 2010

Jetlag Rules OK!

Night running through ancient woodlands - love it!

I’m beginning to think that jetlag is actually a really good thing. Awake again by 4.30am I was out running in the foggy wilds of Haddon Hill while it was still pitch black. This is part of Exmoor and home turf for one of my heroes, Sir Ranulph Fiennes. But even he was probably still snug in bed as I donned my headtorch and set off blindly searching for a path down to the shores of the wonderfully named Wimbleball Lake. At this time of the day it was very eerie, with a clinging fog that reflected the beam of the torch and kept visibility down to a metre at best. The distant calling of several owls added to the Hitchcockess atmosphere while I, putting aside thoughts of moors murderers and other dark deeds, picked my way through a myriad of tracks towards the lake shore. I froze when a pair of eyes appeared just yards in front of me, glowing demonically in the torch beam…. but wait, he’s not holding an axe, and he is infact…. a deer…. a deer that is going nowhere, just standing transfixed by my light. How cool is this! …. cautiously grab camera and…… bum, he’s gone!

Ghostly trees and an overactive imagination = scary running!

This was the highlight of a great run. We think of England as a crowded place but for over 2 hours I saw not a soul, so even here it is possible to truly escape. My route took me around the lake (actually a dammed resevoir) and up on to the moors. A 2 1/2 hour feast for the soul and a great excuse to tuck into more first class bacon and eggs at the end!

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