A quick Monday lunchtime run with Carl. Out the office door, behind the houses and quickly up into the hills to find the sunshine. We ran tracing the route of the Liver Hill fell race partly for a recce, but also simply because the sun was shining and the route open to catch it.
Snow from the previous Friday’s school-closing fall still lay on the higher ground and the lower ground was holding onto the melt from the weekend making it soft and heavy, as it has with the rainfall most of the previous winter months. But the skies were clear, the air cold and refreshing and even the unpredictable bogs on the way to Liver Hill summit could do nothing to diminish the pleasure of being out, above the valley and interrupting the routine of working day with a brief foray into the hills.