This morning's weather forecast was for crisp, cool sunshine. The first dry day of 2026 perhaps? I'd planned a 20km route into the edge of the National Park with a friend. There'd be a few km at each end, to and from home. That would give me the longest run (or run/walk) I've done in many weeks.
The forecast was spot-on and we were blessed with a fairly still day, with a little ice and even a thin layer of snow on Burbage Moor.
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| On Burbage Moor (with Thanks to A, I carried a camera but failed to deploy it!) |
The ice caused us to be cautious of our pace, some rocks were slippery and puddles camouflaged by a hard coating. The lovely weather had encouraged many people onto the moors so we had to pay extra attention to thread our way in places without disturbing others.
Our pace was gentle, partly because of the ice, but largely due to our shared lack of fitness. Ice and hills gave many opportunities to slow to a brisk walk but with my eye on the clock we couldn't slacked too much. I'd promised that we'd complete the 20km in 3 hours. Towards the end I was aware of light cramp in my left calf and hamstring, as tends to be the case.
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| The Porter Valley is fairly deep and steep-sided for an urban park |
I also found that I was generally tired and found the descent and ascent across the Porter Valley on my home especially tough. Once I'd reached Greystones road it really is all downhill.







