It seems as if I may as well start training for HM distance. 3 days off after my last run of 6k and was struggling to find my mojo. Today I decided to go for a long slow run and it really does do wonders for me. It was a very foggy run but so good to be out. Ran along the edge of the straits for a while, very still and quiet, and then headed away from the coast and up Cichle Hill, which is, I think, the steepest hill I've ever run, steep even for driving up. Short walking break after reaching the top and then carried on uphill and into the country lanes. Foggy and still all the way with buzzards aplenty and lambs huddling by the hedges, birds diving into the hedgerow at the slightest sound. I did have to pause for a while and wander into a gateway to get sight of the standing stone and saw two lovely little partridges. Then on down the hill and crossing the main road to continue through the country lanes and then back down towards the straits, listening to the gabbling of the geese on the foreshore. Decided to take the steep shortcut back to the home stretch and realised that the last time I did that hill was before I graduated and it really wasn't anywhere near as difficult as I remembered it and at the end of a long run too so it shows how we improve over time. So back home to discover I'd done 15k. Running really is good for the soul.