Aug 25, 2022: Broadway, England. I managed a few solitary Broadway runs, through steeples, stiles, sheep and rain. It was fantastic, despite the sop and stinging nettle.
“For me, running is a lifestyle and an art. I’m far more interested in the magic of it than the mechanics.”
― Lorraine Moller
Adding Broadway to the Collection
I added the Broadway runs to my Collection for 2022, slipping out on mornings between our long rambles to Chipping Campden and Snowshill. When Jean was experimenting with a new local dish in the kitchen, I’d slip out, knowing a great meal would be waiting on my return.
There is nothing like a solitary run to discover a new place. The miles melt as you round each corner and climb each hill to see what lies beyond. There aren’t many paved paths, so one damp morning, I diverted at the church into a sheep pasture. I think they were a little surprised to see me, with most turning their backs and briskly trotting way. It’s humbling to be outrun by fat little sheep, I have to say.
Beyond the sheep, I found a muddy path through the woods that I’d spotted on a map. After crashing through the brush for a half mile, I realized that the plants crowding the trail were wicked stinging nettle. I’d been brushing them aside with my left forearm, which was now burning and red. I begrudgingly (and carefully) retreated.
A Little Sunshine
Subsequent Broadway runs were a bit brighter, with great views of the local golden sandstone architecture and vibrant summer hues. The horses I encountered were less skittish than the sheep. With their size and speed, my slow gait was beneath their dignity to acknowledge. They were, at least, easier to photograph. 😉