The barest trace.
Dear God no....
Beautiful low-lying little hill in Penwith
Swimming in Llyn Llydaw in a gale.
Well, this was fun.
Thank you, Llyn Bochlwyd ❤
I can't believe how lucky I am that this was my first half-marathon.
The classic British camping experience.
You can't stay long.
Relaxing and pretty all the way down.
Silent, staring, muddy, sweaty, bug-eyed mass of monosyllables.