A fine

landmark for the finish of the Croome Capability Canter - a popular event. 

Worcestershire looks so utterly lovely at the moment - beech hedges still have a few golden-brown leaves catching the sunshine; traces of frost this morning and the stunning beauty of the park at Croome. They've built a bridge where the water-jump used to be, so we ended with dry socks. 

And I felt so happy to be able to run a little over 6 miles, banishing all the grumbling muscles and sinews to history. On games again.