I was out the house before the clock struck six this morning, and a very pleasant morning it turned out to be. A local farmer had been mowing fields of grass almost into the wee small hours so a wonderful smell greeted me as I stepped out the door.
|New mown hay - though a bit sparse... (Click to enlarge)|
I hadn't run for five days so my legs were fresh and moved easily along the lane to cross the road into the fields beyond. A waning moon hung in a clearing sky above Castle Hill. Blackbirds sung their morning matins. A cock pheasant crowed and shook his feathers, violently, as they do.
Spread over a mile the 250ft of ascent to Victoria Tower didn't feel too bad. I cruised round the perimeter path and was relieved to note that a certain person with a vicious black dog was nowhere in sight. Neither was his car.
|A path to myself|
After several attacks I'd reported him to the local Police Community Support Officer who assured me she'd contact the guy and stress to him that his dog must be kept under stricter control. Meanwhile, I'd taken matters into my own hands and sprayed the snarling creature with Bite Back on the last occasion it came hurtling towards me.
I haven't seen it since!
|Recommended to stave off dog attacks|
After my third circuit a car arrived with the first of the morning dog walkers. Except they didn't walk. The car door opened, a dog shot out and went rampaging round the hill at great speed in search of rabbits while it's owner remained in situ.
A fresh breeze kept me cool as I launched into a short session of hill reps. Or should that read a session of short hill reps? Well both actually, they're only 100m and nowadays I never do more than ten. Especially if anyone is watching!
|A splash of rainbow colour...|
Towards the west a swathe of rainbow colours enhanced the sunlit landscape, a focal point to gaze upon, and photograph, between reps. Any excuse for a rest! Alongside the perimeter path fireweed was growing in profusion and I wondered whether those curious looking elephant hawk moth caterpillars still crawled among the stems. I couldn't be bothered to look...
|...and more colour - fireweed|
An abundance of apples on a tree just over a garden fence are ripening nicely. It's a shame the branches don't extend over the fence to make picking legal. Not that I can't reach over on the way back from some early morning jaunt. And most probably will...
|Ripe for the picking|
Arriving home after a very enjoyable 4 miles, a neighbour was just coming out the door to climb into his car on the way to work. My work-out was finished.
Now, what on earth was I going to do for the rest of the day?