W1R2 was good. In fact, it was excellent with a slight amount of damp in the air and legs that wanted to run... and run... and run. The road to the reservoir was empty of people, sheep and cattle and the company of birds and the babbling of the river was all I had. B L I S S.
All this was after I had parked and had my day upset by the local hunt [not sure of my spelling - I think I have one letter wrong] came past exercising their bloody murderous hounds. Oh, how I wish they had fallen off their bicycles and broken their ruddy necks!
The run put me back on course for the day, and I know that the days of these monsters being able to kill foxes are numbered...
Sorry for the rant, but I like foxes and yes, I do keep chickens.