Thwarted
Having spent the beautiful morning getting up late and shopping for my Mum, I'd hoped to get out for a run at sunset. But, as I hauled myself up the Monk's Rigg - legs heavy from my New Year's Eve outing - the sun dipped into a big bank of cloud to the south. It was also very windy, and I'd forgotten my gloves, so it was never going to be a great run. Hence, I just did a wee loop on the far side of the summit and ran back down the Monk's Rigg [ whose glorious grassy track is in the middle of the photo.] Django almost tripped me up when he darted behind me and caught my trailing foot, but at least I didn't have to spend the minutes of frustrated yelling that I saw another "runner-with-a-dog" having to do!
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