20 + lithe athletes gathered at Barden Bridge for the classic away run, some like lambs to the slaughter had only heard "and we'll go to the pub afterwards", not thinking that we'd driven out somewhere slightly hillier.
Along the dales way towards Appletreewick for a mile or so, with big loopy regroups to find those who had arrived and set off some time after us. Then a sharp detour up hill, which quietened the chatter, most of th
e way up to the top of Simons Seat. The views from the top were Englands finest, which we all enjoyed once up there (photos courtesy of mr and mrs gooch hopefully posted later).Chatter returned as we wended our way down the valley of desolation, back to the road then along the east bank of the river, high above the strid returning grateful to our cars at Barden Bridge.
2 hours and nearly 15km with all that regroupi
ng and contrary to Sundays run I felt pretty frisky (in a running sense).We retired to the Swan in Addingham for butties and chips - courtesy of the club and a drop of Ale. More natter with friends old and new. Though the eating habbits of some left something to be desired - what is wrong with crusts?
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