A very healthy turnout for the first “summer” run of the year – somewhere close to 40 runners, I suspect, not that anyone was counting. We were blessed with some fine snow drifts and patterns, a mighty fine sunset, and the usual banter; plus, for those of us foolish enough to take the longer route via New Cross (rems of), a couple of impromptu “personal responsibility … blah, blah, blah … full kit … blah, blah, blah … someone once fell off a cliff … blah, blah, blah” stuff from the Safety Officer and his Mountain Rescue second mate. We all listened obediently, nodded sagely, and ran away at whatever speed we could muster. Reunited with the short-run stalwarts, we fair filled the pub afterwards. A very pleasant evening indeed, and good to see so many new faces (well new to me, at least – not that I bothered to introduce myself to any of them).
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