My Rt eye was feeling a little sore after another nasty injection during last Thursday's freezing, foggy conditions so I'd no intentions of running last weekend, especially if it was windy. But Sunday dawned calm, sunny and clear so when my wonderful partner began changing into her running clothes I couldn't resist joining her. I'm glad I did.
A cock pheasant we passed in the lane kicked up an awful din but didn't fly away. It could have been saying 'enjoy your run'.
We encountered ice before leaving the village but soon acquired a steady rhythm crunching through snow and frozen fields with glorious views all around.
We'd planned a two bridge route but were enjoying it so much we unanimously agreed to include a third (Grassington) which gave us an extra mile.
Grassington was somewhat devoid of tourists but we passed quite a few along the river bank. Some actually spoke!