It really was horrible out there this afternoon: dark, a bit misty and very, very cold. Around here it is traditional to light bonfires, burn rubbish and light coal fires in such conditions: we local peasants never seem happier than when the air is so thick and acrid with smoke that you can cut pieces off it off with a bread knife. I think it is a throwback to Centuries ago when we did anything we could to hide from the Welsh when they popped over the border, murdered a few of us and went home happy with our cattle and a few wives in tow. A stinking smokescreen was great cover...still is.
Anyway, by the time I had walked out of the village ( well, hamlet) I was coughing like Ifor the Engine's fireman and almost turned around and coughed my way home. But, I told myself to get a grip and trundled off listening to 'The Food Programme' on Radio 4. Fascinating it was too: all about porridge, something we peasants love almost as much as burning things in unsuitable weather.
The run went quite well. I was so engrossed in listening to the strange things that Levi Roots puts in porridge that time fairly flew. I didn't want to jigger myself before my Graduation run so was trying to keep things nice and steady. It appears that 4.3 km at around 7m/km seems to be my comfortable 'go to' level for 30 mins at the moment. I intend to consolidate around this after graduating to give my ageing body time to catch up with my aspirations.
So, one more to go: it seems quite hard to believe.
I think I fancy a bowl of porridge...smoked?