The question was whether I could get out for a run after lunch before the celestial contractions started.
I had my rucksack, and within it my horrific yellow kag-in-a-bag. The rain started virtually as soon as I went out the door, and after a mile or so got hard enough for me to put the kag on. Then stopped immediately.
Off went the kag, back into its bag.
I managed to avoid the rain for the next 6 miles, still running very slowly and painfully with my legs like planks. It is so frustrating, there is no problem with my fitness and when I stop I'm hardly out of breath, but my legs are sore, and dead. My inner thighs - OK let's not be delicate and say groin! - has been sore since May.
The compensation was that there were some fantastic colours on view.
Eventually I got to Rumbles for the second time in the day, and watched as the skies went from dark grey to a gravid black as I drank my tea. "Time to get packed up" I said to the waitress, and headed for home. It was two minutes later the heavens finally opened, giving birth to rain like Niagara Falls with claps of thunder thrown in. The kag went on again, leaving me jogging home with squelchy shoes and looking like a neon Jawa from Star Wars.
I never time it quite right!
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 06.10.15
|Shaggy inkcap at Balderton Lake|
|Some interesting hybrid ducks on the lake at the moment|
|The canada geese love their particular spot of pasture|
|Glorious rosebay willow herb leaves|
|And the ghostly seed remains|
|Tiniest horse I've ever seen|
|And here's its tail|
|Leaf mined chestnut|
|Last sight of the sun|
|The storm arrives|