We've returned from our annual tour of the UK. One of the things I enjoy about visiting family is the change of scenery when we're out and about. That's not to say that I am bored with the Somerset/Wiltshire borderlands, but change is always good.
With the marathon 4 months away, I still needed to keep my training up, so had the opportunity to change my usual routes. I had wanted to do a set of posts about running by rivers, but West Dorset was mostly underwater. The Thames however, had not burst its banks, so I was able to put in some miles and get some photos.
I was serenaded by parakeets and met this friendly heron on the riverside.
I have to say that he/she was the friendliest part of my run. It seems that smiling at, or saying hello to, other runners on the Thames path has a default response of looking away, or frowning. By contrast, the minimum response elsewhere is a nod, but more often a few words. I was left wondering whether London's runners are ruder, or just having a collective bad day.