Traffic Jam

Out running with J and I stopped the lovely Amanda for a quick portrait. I hadn't realised she was leading a walk. After chatting for a couple of minutes I realised that I'd created a traffic jam.

It was Windy. We went out low to Burley-in-Wharfdale, chatting away nineteen to the dozen, then climbed up on to the moor and could barely hear a word each other was saying. Nonetheless, a good solid 8 miles towards the week's training.