I am lucky to be spending some time in the Charante Maritime region of France. I hadn't run for a couple of weeks for various reasons so was determined to get some runs in while on holiday. What a joy! Long roads with no hedgerows so glorious views, with the occasional tractor requiring me to move to the verge. I was puffing and panting for the first few km of each run but soon got into my stride. I run because I am amazed I can (I'm 60 and been running for less than a year. The last time I ran I was looking for shortcuts on the school cross country runs!). Is there any real point to this post? Not really. Just celebrating running in a totally different and stunning environment compared to the noisy towny one I'm used to. See photo if the busy streets I was having to run along. ... Right, I'll get me coat. ..