"A word on the spot is worth a cartload of recollections"
James Maggs, Southwold diarist 1797-1890

Saturday 28 January 2012

Sometimes when you run

Sometimes when running you can be surprised by a feeling of pure joy, which bubbles up from nowhere and comes from simple pleasure in exercise in the fresh air. At other times you can come out in goosebumps at the beauty of what's around you.

Running along the bund separating Southwold harbour from Walberswick marsh this evening I felt both. Later in the run I saw a Muntjac deer bounding ahead of me through the heather on Walberswick heath. It kept ahead of me for a while then stopped and watched me as I ran past, about 10 metres away.