Journals of a Time Traveller

I thought that I would celebrate my thirtieth run with the dogs, on my return to fitness campaign, by taking them a little off their usual track.  I do try to vary our running routes, although living in the Fens, where farmers are queuing up to shoot you for stepping off the public road, it's not really that easy.

So I took them (with the lurcher protesting that he needed to stop and sniff/piss even more than on normal runs) on an 8.1 mile linear there and back run down to Coldham Windfarm.

All went well, except when the dogs heard some nearby gun fire.  The lurcher responded by having a panic attack, and hiding at the bottom of a deep ditch.  Photo below:

I had to climb down the steeply cut banks through stinging nettles, and literally pull the quivering dog out.  What a strange dog.  The whippet wasn't at all bothered.

We had a good run back, passing through the village of Friday Bridge: 

All photographs taken during the run using my Sony Z3 phone cam - unedited.