Today’s run was the 10 mile route
(actually 9.6, but 10 sounds better) through Hawton to Farndon, and
back along the river.
It was a wonderful run for me. Not just
because after Saturday’s Parkrun disaster I felt like I needed a
long run to feel I wasn’t ready for the glue factory, but because I
enjoyed the serenity I felt all around the route.
I love running through Sconce Park,
even on a grey day in winter. I love dropping down into Hawton,
always wondering if I might see a kingfisher at work near the River
Devon bridge. I hate the climb up over the A46 bypass, but love the
view on top of it, the asphalt stretching off into the distance.
Willow Holt is muddy, but lush and green and gold with autumn
colours. Wonderful.
The swans are no longer pillaging the
oilseed rape field by the river like they did last year, but are
munching winter kale in Hawton. But there are plenty of canada and
greylag geese sailing the river, and a cormorant stretched out his
archaeopteryx wings, decided he didn’t much like the sight of me
and took off down river, leaving a trail of splashes as he did so.
High up and a little way off, a flock
of unknown birds was circling for reasons I knew not, and on the
water the mallards are now at their smartest, their heads more bottle
green than a Carlsberg. Other flocks of thrush type birds teased me,
too far off to confirm my hope that they were fieldfares.
In short, it was a day where there
wasn’t anything massively exciting to see. But that didn’t
matter. It was the joy of being outside, yet again, even while
flogging myself to a jelly, listening to the radio, and feeling calm.
Feeling serene.
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Crackered Nature 18/11/13
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