After staying in York we visited my sister near Manchester and have now all gone up to the Isle of Arran for a couple of days. I couldn't resist a cheeky 6k around the Flashes near Wincham in the frost yesterday morning, nor could I ignore the pull of the sea this morning. It was pelting it down in Brodick when we arrived yesterday afternoon, but this morning it was dry and sunny. I hadn't looked up any particular route, this really was a play it by ear run, just heading along a likely path along the coast.
What a lovely path it was, past blossoming gorse, over wooden walkways ensuring I didn't sink into the bog, along the edge of a golf course and on an empty beach. Water and mud was everywhere and where it wasn't mud the sand got into my shoes. I slipped over once - the first time since April - but landed elegantly on my backside with no damage done (plenty of padding there!). I also discovered what I already knew - running on sand is not easy! On my way back I was hailed by the rest of our group heading out with the dogs, my husband actually took some photos of me running (and I do actually look as if I'm running! No flying feet though!), so I cut my run short at 4.5k and carried on with them. Back at the beach the dogs were very perplexed at my running attempts and kept trying to herd me back to the group. It is fun running with dogs🏃🐕
And today we went for a huge long walk and what with sightseeing, running and walking it seems I've covered over 22k. I think I've earned my meal tonight.
The picture is dawn breaking over the sea!
Who the heck is in our park? 
Sad, sea and trees, Poland
Holiday runs
