Todays run was unseasonable by most standards. The darkness was fitting for a midwinter meridian run, but the temperature felt more like resting on the shoulders of the season, spring or summer rather than a full coup de tete from Mrs Winter herself.
Mishka was panting a little heavier by half way, but both dogs seemed game til the end.
Our route went "over the top" at Pex Hill, taking the route through the park, the single lamp chasing shadows through the stunted heath trees. This is a run we have not been on for a while and the descent along the footpath track to Norlands lane was made especially interesting by the erosive forces of nature. New roots have been laid bare, small cascades of water have sought to make their own navigation and the resultant gulleys and pits are all unknown to me and the dogs. The light can do little to lead us in this darkness, for unlike Newmans light ours shows the road ahead and not the next step.
Still a safe return and swift paddle in the pool before the hounds rest, happy and tired job done.