Bristol and Selkirk

 I Week Ending: 24th December 2017
MONDAY:
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TUESDAY:
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WEDNESDAY:
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THURSDAY:
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FRIDAY:
45 minutes. Road run through Bristol.
Up until the age of 18 I lived in Bristol, where the town and its surrounding hills and woodlands offered an amazing network of roads, trails, and footpaths to explore on foot and by bike. My teenage years were spent mostly riding mountain bikes (back when if you wanted suspension you bought a gel cover for your seat and if you wanted brakes that worked you rubbed Coca Cola onto your rims to increase the bite from hopeless cantilevers. Today was a trip down memory lane as I snatched a few minutes before we left for Scotland and ran up to the top of Cabot tower in the pre-dawn mist.
SATURDAY:
Off
​SUNDAY:
90 minutes. Selkirk exploring, mix of road and muddy trail.
With jet-lag still affecting the family and my parents being later risers, I snuck out early this morning, donned the head torch (it doesn't get light in Scotland until 8am in December) and hit the hills. With no idea where I was going, I just followed my nose and ended up, as is often the case with these improvised runs finding a bunch of unexpected delights along the way. The run finished at The Haining, a beautiful small Loch with a grand old house overlooking. These types of houses are so common around here that you take them for granted after a while. Coming from the Gold Coast where buildings are bulldozed if they get any older than 30 years, it is a stark contrast to see some much history both in the landscape and the way people have shaped it over the centuries.