Picked Mike up at 6.30 and we headed over to the Malverns for a bit of a change.
Ran from British Camp to North Hill and back via a few detours through less well-trodden ground. Got back to the car and then went up the old forts ramparts of the Herefordshire beacon. About nine miles in all. Dainty hills fringed with Victoriana.
A hot morning, the views cut short by the haze. Ruddy grass seed heads bent to the light breeze. Bracken unfurling, stinking sweetly in the bright heat. Cheery hellos to the early morning walkers.
The next run on the horizon is the Snowdon race so, as they say, the more you put into it the more you get out of it.