I went for a nostaglic run around Pitsford reservoir near Northampton this evening - I used to run there quite a lot as a teenager. The rain had stopped and big, billowing clouds were scudding across the blueing sky. The low sun reflected blindingly off the water. It was one of those evenings when running feels wild and free.
Flocks of Canada geese were resting across the path at one point and I had to run through them clapping to get them to move. Otherwise, the place was deserted, save for a couple of fishermen in a small boat out on the water. And an Indian family walking back to the car park, saris blowing in the wind.
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