From Rumon

Today was another day of post-race perfection, the highlight our run to Denham and back. If there was a single thing that marked the run it was the sound of a lengthy exhale, the words “my god…” wrapped in a sigh. I marveled at this run, taken as it was from a paved suburb into pastures and trails within seconds. Who would guess we’re only 17 miles from Central London? I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story – Denham, obviously, is one of the Crown Jewels – with this one bit of explanation.

I’ve mentioned that across the road from the Fowles’ residence is a field. In this field are cows. Michael has written about them and their love of running. After runners. So Michael was quite pleased when they were on the other side of the field as we ran through on our outbound leg. Not so as we were headed home. The picture of Michael looking back in my direction was taken seconds after he had checked ’round the hedge for his favourite cows. “There’s one right there,” he hissed, “And it’s looking straight at me – we’re dead!!”  Well, me, being the prat that I am, had to add a little more fun to the mix, mooing at the lovely heifers as we ran past.  You can see how that worked out – jolly good fun!