A Run

This blog has come full circle with imaginative titles like the one above. I have just got back from a brutal 4 miler down the beach where the wind is at full throttle. So much so I can't hear the music on my MP3 player. I say brutal not because of any great effort on my part but because of the crap shape I'm in. To much beige food and booze.

I'm off to Scotland next week to kayak the whole of The River Spey with a friend who is doing it in an open canoe. We are going to wild camp along the way so it should take 4 or 5 days. The river is famous for its whiskey distilleries on its banks so we have planned to visit one or two. Probably not a good idea but who am I to say no?