6.30 start, the sun was rising and it felt hot already. It was a 4 mile run along the sea front before we would reach the start of the trail, sea on one side, uninspiring road on the other.
It was quiet and sleepy, the first miles ticked by, a group of MAMILs glided past and I felt like the Lantern Rouge as they faded into the distance.
The mountains were always in sight and as we neared the main roundabout the trail was signed:
There wasn’t much elevation, the route ran through a pass, sort of coast to coast and the trails were rocky but well trodden.
Here the views opened up and you could see the sea. It reminded me of a poem by Walter de la Mare- The Spirit of Air.
We dropped down the stony path to the sea.
It was so hot by now so we didn’t stay long. We picked up the same route back but stopped for a drink on the way. 10 miles before 10 am.