I should have taken some water and worn a hat: the heat and sun took me by surprise. I feel fine though, just a bit red in the face.
This was a completely different direction for me. I followed the path along the main Burford road, then I turned off along a single track road. I should have looked at the map before I left, or stowed away glasses somehow and looked at the map on my phone, because the road seemed to go on forever and i didn't want to land up running too far to get back: so I was relieved when a footpath came up. Looking on the map now, I could have kept going, the route turned back towards home further along and it would have been a nice 8-10ish km. Next time.
But glorious day, What a sense of freedom, running along the top of the world again with the countryside spread out like a patchwork quilt, and meadows of wild flowers bounded by drystone walls; buttercups and dog daisies a patterned carpet by my feet. When I took the footpath through a field of wheat, I found my rhythm. Such freedom. If we do manage to sell the house and get back to Oxford, i will never forget running in the countryside here this spring and summer.
So, back into Chippy via the big housing estate up the road from us. Just before I got to the houses, the footpath seemed to disappear into a hedge, very tangled and overgrown, but it was ok, then a field of barley, and back to civilisation. Ironically, I didn't lose my way at all out in the countryside, but I got thoroughly lost and ran round in circles among the houses - the estate is like a rabbit warren, with lots of dead ends and staggeringly steep bits. I escaped at last, thank goodness.
I didn't have my trail shoes on, but my On Cloudflyers did me proud, even on the stony bits of footpath. thankfully I managed to avoid the two lots of dog poo I passed. Twigs and gravel stuck between the clouds on the soles is one thing, but i draw the line at extracting poo ...