Of course, not all was smooth and grassy. "It's a bit clarty" said a friendly walker referring to one of those walled lanes that leads to a farmyard. His uniformly glistening, well-clarty, boots certainly bore this out. It suddenly made our feet, shod in New Balance trail shoes or Montrail Highlanders, feel vulnerable, but not even decades of cow dung, inches deep, could spoil such a cracking run. The only thing that spoilt it was that I forgot the fruit pastilles, so when we were struck by the urge for breakfast, all we had was water. Hey ho.
Smile rating 8/10