So I'm visiting the in-laws in manchester and decided I'd run down the local canal path and just turn back when the podcast called 1/2 way. The sun was shining, gentle breeze and lots to see until I came across a half sunken teddy bear in the water, on closer inspection it appeared to be a cat. Poor bugger. Then further down the path there was a dead blackbird in a pile of feathers. Kinda gross but I kept going on and on, thinking the next bridge would enable me to jog back on the other side
How wrong was I. Building works had resulted in the other side being blocked off so I took a peak and thought if I walked gently down the very narrow path I'd eventually get to the path. Wrong again, I had to pick up Baxter (my dog), scale a fence onto a private drive (where I cut my thumb) and navigate my way through a rather posh housing complex to a main road. Again, unsure of where I was I had to ask a lovely old lady which way to Monton.
All in all the run was great, rather than 39 mins and 4.7 km I ended up out for 1 hour and 7.3 km.
RIP kitty and black bird.