Cockington Christmas Caper

“How was the mud in those old road shoes Martin?” “Terrible, I was sliding everywhere…….”

The Real Thing #2

The middle aged banter in the car, some coffee and more giggles waiting for the start are so much part of the experience.

Their favourite memories as race organisers are all about seeing those final runners through the finish line

... my watch will vibrate (honestly, I'm not making this up!) to warn me if we've gone off route

“We would love to do something along the lines of the Barkley Marathon (“the race that eats it young”). We’re on the lookout for a route……”

David has tried to immerse his runners in the magical atmosphere and history of his home county.

I have no idea whether Brian has a trumpet, but he isn’t inclined to blow it very often if he has!

As ever, my beautiful lady wife took up the challenge too and we're both now proud members of the goat academy!

The flat matt of a grazing pony's fur as it stood in shadow. The subtle, fine silk of moss on a north facing rock.

The most important of those mantras has to be no lazy steps, no lazy steps