Lovely Wales

I headed out in the rain this morning for a very hilly and very rainy six mile run. I’m trying desperately hard not to keep thinking about Nice but it did seem a far cry from the run along the Promenade des Anglais that I had expected to be doing. However, I did have a moment of pure joy running down a muddy bridle path, dodging tree trunks and muddy puddles, having the time of my life. It was exhilarating and wonderful, even when I slid directly onto my arse.

The rest of the day was spent exploring quirky Welsh towns, bizarre Welsh craft centres and then trying to find an open pub. Thankfully, we found an utterly delightful place with excellent food and even excellenter beer.