War hen in the woods

It seems that a while ago, one of my fellow students misheard me and thought I was a War Hen (English is not her first language); for both of us, this conjured images of a Boudicca-like fowl rushing screeching and headlong at her foes. Quite a lovely interlude.

I ran home from uni today, taking advantage of the lull between meteorological letters F(rank) and G(ertrude).Afternoon_Run___Run___Strava 20160128_152001 20160128_154254 20160128_155941

 

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