I managed to get out and run on Christmas morning.
We were staying at my brother's house for the break, in my old childhood home, so I know the area really well. I couldn't understand why the run was such hard work and I was going so slowly until I remembered - there isn't a flat surface in the whole town. Everywhere is on a slope.
When I lived there I used to think the name of the place was probably derived from the phrase 'a thousand hills'
After a couple of hundred metres the path turned downhill and everything got a lot easier
Happy Christmas to all of you π ππππββοΈπ¨πππ