29th March 2013

Two rather creaky hours of running today, up over Dundry where the wind whistled up from Chew Valley Lake. I caught the early sun so the edge was taken off the chill of the early morning frost, but it was still cold.
It seemed each field was populated with families of sheep with ewes nervously watchful of me as well as the raggedy lambs wobbling and skipping around.  Surely it is a major bonus of running in the countryside at this time of the year: listening to their bleating and watching their tails twitching and flapping around.

This is number 62, and the lamb had 62 written on the other side.  There was another lamb, obscured by view here and as I inched closer all three  moved away.  I ran past a ewe trying to break the ice in the water trough, but no more photo opportunities as the herd drifted off over the hill.