The thought also occurred at the time: I wonder if anyone has died from a cardiac arrest brought on by pheasant explosion? I have gone ‘eek’ and ‘erk’ and ‘Oh for god’s sake, don’t bloody do THAT’ several times over the years; but if you were just a little bit delicate?
Anyway a boring journey back from Somerset, the usual A303 at its worst (and to be honest, it very rarely does this to me, I like it as a road) There appeared to be a bunch of surfer-dudes in a very hot (not attractive hot, but overheating hot) campervan; who were diametrically opposed by a shunt; on one of the single carriage-way bits. I got bored and decided to investigate (from the memory of a map I looked at some months ago, don’t laugh) a tasty bridleway across bits of Wilts.
(ignore the fact that is say cycling and that it says 3 miles- garmin was set on bike and I forgot to change, and it was apparently full at three miles, greedy little thing, it was about 5ish)
I have been looking for a good point to run bits of Wilts for ages- all the places I find are too far off the main road/impossible to park safely/impossible to reach a decent run without prospect of death/ lead to short runs… So Chicklade is the place to be. Quiet parking, on the A303 but residential, easy to get back onto A303, and pavement to a bridleway!!!! Here
Isn’t my job horrible? I have to go to places like this (above) for meetings….
Traffic on the A303- this is why I thought a run would be a damn good idea.
Loads to explore, all weather running (ish) so I am set for some time. Perfection. A few pics of the route. The weather really was uninspiring, I kept having this feeling that I was running out of time as it was getting dark (it wasn’t it was just very gloomy). But overall fab. Saw a lot of deer as well- they did try to pretend that they were camouflaged behind cut wheat stalks, but my tracking skills were not fooled. No photos of wildlife- I had my phone, so there is a 2 month delay between pressing the button and a picture being taken