It was a longer run.
The longest I've done since returning to running following my ten month rest.
It was such a very civilised way to start the day.
A gorgeous autumn day, a hint of mist, a slight chill, severe clear skies.
towards the end of the run I headed up Bradman's lane for that 'this is England, this is heaven' moment, the view over the fields and farms that could have been from 1808 let alone 2008. The view that you want to stop and admire but you've got to keep running.
My moment of Zen?
I returned home and found that my mother had popped round, she had been to the bakers and had left me a gret'ole cream cake!