The Woods Have Eyes

Further running madness. Beck suggested we try a bit of 'off road' training this evening so we ran over the fields to Lambley, through The Dumbles. Hard work but we're thinking it might help strengthen ankles - if of course you don't twist one first in a mistimed rut! Anyway, it worked out okay - and the torrential rain only started when we were safely back in our living room. That said, this bit of playground equipment did remind me of some kind of rural torture device and the plantation I, ahem, 'nipped into' on the way down was just the kind of setting in which satanic games of hide and seek might occur - reflections on a frame of mind that could just be down to the fact that I'm reading Rob Young's book, 'The Magic Box', at the moment and I rewatched 'Blood on Satan's Claw' on Tuesday night...