After a week off it was time to get back on the fellracing horse, so Penny and I went over to the Yorkshire Dales for a race on the limestone. A bit of a cold day, but a fantastic race. For the first time there was a sense of effortless running (OK, it only lasted for 6 paces, but tantalising enough). And I managed to keep in sight of the lady in front, whom I generally only see at the start line. It's becoming more and more fun to watch the junior races too. They take it so seriously, and there's usually one or more who come in covered in blood, or who take a massive tumble and end up sliding down to the finish. Seeing the respect they give each other is perhaps all too rare a sight as well- they shake hands at the finish in a way which seems so incongruous with their age...
Anyway, W.G. Grace didn't run today, but was seen marshalling on the top of a windy peak. I gave him a knowing smile...
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