Day 213 Mile 213: Wilcumian Weodmontha. Ah August! Sextilis, the sixth month, until Julius Caesar messed about with it, and before that, the evocatively named Saxon Weodmontha, literally ‘Weed Month’.
Today certainly seems to have perfect conditions for the Saxon’s gardens to become overrun with errant flora; it is warm and pouring with rain. Thus I braved a quick dash to the village and back, trying to be as thin as I could between the drops.
In spite of the rain it was surprisingly pleasant saying hello to friends and neighbors starting out on their commute to work and startling the Jackdaws as I rounded a corner by one of the village pubs who had clearly just discovered a packet of crisps left unfinished by a careless reveler the night before.
That said it is the sort of morning where getting back home to dry and comfortable surroundings is a more pleasurable experience than the run itself, that and getting the first cup of tea of the day as a reward!
I’m running a mile each day everyday for 2017. If you feel you can sponsor me please do, as all the money raised will go to the Cleft Lip & Palate Association (CLAPA) who provide services all across the UK to support people affected by it.
Distance: 1609.8 meters recorded
(1 mile = 1609.34 m.)
Thanks as ever for all the support!