As Thursday’s long run was the longest run I’d had for months, I resolved to take it slow and steady and allow myself tobe easily distracted. After spotting myself in a mirror designed to help someone trying to get out of their drive safely I pondered for some time about safety when running and the usefulness of hi-viz clothing.
Running on down a quieter lane, with wide grassy (muddy) verges I was surprised to spot a sword. A kid’s plastic sword, unbroken, abandoned and just lying flat on the grass.
I eyed it up for a few moments, just lying there, then did what any sane, normal person would do*.
I must go back that way and see if Arthur has reclaimed his sword.
* My daughter disagrees that this is the action of a sane person. But teenagers have to be contrary, it’s in their job description.